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Four rooms. There was now an office created for Laun from one of the Sergeant’s rooms next to the room she had slept in. It was being stocked as Laun sat in the reasonably comfortable chair, watching when she was not reading. Verat stood at her side for some of it, mentioning a few things she may wish to requisition from the compound’s stores.
Laun was liking the word requisition. It meant she could get almost anything she wished almost instantly. She did not push it, but had thoughts of going with the men who were sent for things to see what else was available. But, she did not really need much.
She had the small sheaf of invitations to answer, which she did herself. One of the men was a scribe, his look not as well covered as he might have wanted as she asked to sit at the desk herself. Gem had taken the invites when they were sent over and had sorted them as well as she could, not knowing most of the people, but understanding the coded language of the nobles.
Laun said no to each of the invitations. Each was slightly different as each referenced the missive that had originally been sent. Laun had the scribe read them over to make sure she had not made horrible mistakes and getting a few small smiles from him as he read her wording to the different nobles. He left with the messages in hand, intent on delivering them himself.
The swirl of setting up the office, having the men in her staff introduce themselves to have Laun look them up and down, and then the small influx of officers coming in to introduce themselves calmed down. Laun was tired and starting to become hungry, but did not know if she wanted to make the small journey to the mess hall or not. »Read More