Dusk settled over the regional registry office as Hajin sat behind his desk, reviewing the local tax files while rubbing his tired eyes in the dimness. Marrick sat across from him, adding the last roof-repair claims to the regional ledger.
Marrick adjusted his round spectacles with a nervous twitch, "the regional registry is officially up to date, My Lord," he said, holding his ledger out to display the clean ink entries for the day.
Standing by the corner, Juna gestured toward the ceiling with a frown, "you should move your sleeping roll into the lord's manor house, because the canvas sheet outside is leaking," she added, crossing her arms in annoyance as she compared him to a rat under wet timber.
Hajin did not look up from his papers, "the manor house is too large, wasting wood for heating is an unnecessary expense."
"A proper lord does not sleep in the mud," she grumbled, her tail giving a sharp flick against the wall.
