Footfalls upon marble were softened by the carpet they newly stepped on. Once they were in the room the GAS agent promptly shut the door to leave them to their privacy.
It was odd—this office. Because it was so normal. No extravagant statue or marble pillars sat here, trying to impress all those who entered, no it was simple.
Some fluffy carpeting of faded whites and greys, a sizeable desk with neatly sorted documents in filing trays and bookshelves lined with books in alphabetic order; a Burntish flag hung in the corner of the room, illuminated from the light coming from the massive window behind her desk.
Rain still tapped on the glass restlessly while cloud cover seemed to show no sign of rolling away soon. Lady Pinberry walked ahead, taking her shoes off by the desk's side whilst gesturing for the other two to talk a seat.
"Excuse the mess, however do make yourselves comfortable," the grand alderman said as she took a seat with the grace of a royal.
