In one of many human kingdoms in the world of Elyndor, I had managed to score a job in a royal palace itself.
The position was one that many envied, a coveted role that came with status, security, and a steady income that far exceeded what most people could hope to earn in a lifetime of labor.
I had worked hard to earn it, had spent countless hours honing my skills and proving my worth, and the reward was a life of relative comfort and stability in a world that offered no guarantees to anyone.
I am a royal clerk of the kingdom.
The work was demanding, often tedious, and frequently thankless, but it paid well and came with benefits that few other positions could match.
I had my own desk in the palace archives, a small but comfortable space tucked away in a quiet corner where I normally work without interruption or distraction.
I also had access to the royal library, a treasure trove of knowledge spanning centuries that I could draw upon for my work.
