“Oh, that doesn’t matter - I forgot you’ve never seen Nyaih work. The whole lot of us will go in at once, and she’ll sort it all out. That’s the way she likes it.”
After about 20 minutes, the door opens and Master Venroos departs. The pages and messengers respectfully part to make a path for him, and while he is present there is an awkward silence. He looks peaceful and kindly as always, but no-one moves until he fully disappears down the stairs.
The moment he is gone, everyone rushes in, and Althaea is swept in with the press.
Nyaih’s office is full of shelves and desks, which are soon occupied and manned by all manner of employees. A veritable maelstrom of business dealings and paper signings goes in here, and in the middle of it, Nyaih Blackthorn sits as the queen. Every page seems to have a semi-demeaning nickname, and they are soon sent right back out the door again with new parcels and missives. A tomboyish (though looking pretty in her new wig, some of the pages note) half-orc girl flits in with way too much to say, is silenced, and sent out again with an odd shaped statuette of a fish-god and a disappointed expression. Seals and signatures are pressed and signed, and if one is paying close attention, some of the signatures and seals are not Nyaih’s.
It doesn’t take long for Nyaih to notice the elf. She beckons, sizing Althaea up. She smirks at Althaea’s clothes. “Fine leather. You’re far from home, Coaster, what brings you to my office?”