Arielle let out a sigh as she looked down at the stack of documents on her desk. It was early morning, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains of her office, casting a golden glow across the room. She rubbed her temples, her gaze shifting to the parchment at the top of the pile. It was a request, and as she read the details, her brow furrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"Rebuilding the House of Roses… 120 gold?" Arielle muttered to herself, her voice filled with confusion. The House of Roses was a well-known courtesan house in the city of mercenaries and merchants, Arkansas, famed throughout the region. She had heard about it but had never imagined that one of her first duties as a stewardess would involve allocating funds to rebuild such an establishment. She frowned, wondering if it was some kind of clerical error. Surely, there were more pressing matters to attend to?
