I waited. The table in front of me was filled with little trinkets, a paperweight here, a pen there, even some unidentifiable cubes that just took up space. Each of them seemed to add a certain bit of personality to the whole thing.
Yet it was in those minutes of observation that my mind drolled on with useless drivel. Each second was used to pick apart the office, from observing the random assortment of objects on the desk, to the documents that hid under the countless drawers.
She, and the lord was a she, had many things. Yet none of them were used in the kind of way I imagined a lord would use them. The documents were organized and signed, each of them outlining plans and schemes. Yet it was at the detriment of others, at the cost of thousands of lives for the small increase of creature comforts.
