Joselia was neck-deep in paperwork when the news of the hero's arrival came to her. And yet she could not leave her seat in her office for the mountain of work was due by that very night. The people of her city depended on her for making the smallest of decisions, and as a fae and a dark elf, her extensive experience gave her the authority to make these decisions without being questioned on her integrity. At least, except from one man–the very same who had just walked into her office uninvited.
"What is it now, Haurum?" She asked, her eyes still tracking the words on the documents.
Arms folded and with a look of barely masked contempt, the only human on the consulate burst into a tirade.
