"Lady Tijana, what's troubling you?"
Letisha cautiously spoke up. Before her, the Succubus Lord had been staring at a piece of parchment for a good ten minutes. The parchment was covered in Dwarven script that looked as though it had been carved out with a chisel, a production statistics report submitted by the Craftsmen Committee from the past week.
Given the sizeable Dwarf population in Twin Bridges Town and their importance to this neutral city, many of the Succubus Maids who served Tijana had mastered this language. Before handing it over to the mistress of Twin Bridges Town, Letisha had already read the report, which she thought contained nothing out of the ordinary—at least, that's what she believed.
"Oh," Tijana let out a sound clearly emerging from a trance, "Hmm...tell those bearded old men that their output needs to be increased by at least half next week."
