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LOCATION: MIRKEN CITY, SILVERIA EMPIRE
OFFICE OF THE CITY LORD
The scratching of a quill against parchment was the only sound left within the City Lord's office, steady and repetitive, as though the act itself might impose order upon the chaos spread across the desk.
Seated at the center of it all, the young man leaned forward in his chair, shoulders subtly hunched as he read through yet another report. His gaze moved methodically from line to line, though the tightness in his jaw suggested how thin his patience had become. Parchment lay stacked around him in layered towers—reports from merchants, guild summaries, patrol logs, civic complaints—each one marked as important in its own tiresome way.
"…Another one," he muttered.
He lifted his eyes briefly, letting them drift over the piles as if seeing them for the first time. The sight alone coaxed a weary breath from his chest.
'Ah… what a tiring day.'
