City Watch Office, Trade Ward.
This office stood close to the East Gate, one of the four great arteries through which the city breathed.
The building itself was sturdy and utilitarian, built more for function. Inside, the place was never quiet. Magi coming off night duty, filling reports, fresh shifts gearing up near the weapon racks, clerks hunched over ledgers tracking patrol routes, gate tolls, and incidents.
Even at odd hours, the place remained alive. Especially now, given that the Sovereign Conclave was only months away. Security was tight throughout the city, and the city watch constantly worked overtime to ensure stability within the city walls.
Lebu moved across the bustling floor, heading straight for the underground level. His destination was the room where detailed records of every outsider who entered Springdale were kept.
