how are you?-
hope magairleags treating you well-
have you even toured the capital- yet? apparently its got plenty of museums and monuments you can visit
and some beautiful gardens and- fountains
but i cant see them cos your- country won't let me :(
but you can visit us!-
id love to show you round where I am-
oh wait youre not online-
hopefully youve not forgotten this- phone exists :D
Umaima is a very active texter, sending an extra seven text messages overnight. Rather sloppy, though.
-I'm doing well, thank you.
-We're not allowed to leave the castle grounds without express permission, and I don't like the look of some parts of Magairleag - plenty of thieves and pickpockets about.
-I'm quite bored, to be honest. Do you have any entertainment ideas?
She responds rather quickly.
look at you texting like my nan :)-
come visit us!-
you were able to show up to the galiban summit-
-I don't know if I can, but you've given me another idea.
Then, even if I know the answer:
-Whereabouts in Garadh do you live?
I go offline.
A few minutes later, I am cursing this gigantic maze of a castle. There can't be a need for corridors that double back on themselves-
"Looking for anyone?" Tobias's chipper voice rings out from the other end of the hallway.
"I need to see Ms. Forthsee."
"What for?"
"Permission to see Chief Paladin Morgan."
"What with you and Chester being so friendly you could probably walk into Judica, no issues." Tobias says thoughtfully. "But I think Riley's out at the minute. Visiting the cadets."
Tobias has some nerve using an affectionate nickname for his superior's right hand. "I see. Who else can grant me?-"
"Oh, just walk in!" he snaps, both amused and frustrated. "You nominees are so stiff sometimes. He's not that scary!"
Even so, it takes a few more minutes of pacing and thumb-twiddling to work up enough courage to knock on the iron doors.
A maid answers some seconds later. "You may enter." she stutters, and curtsies.
I wonder if I should tell her that I'm not an aristocrat, there's no need to bow; but she's already swung open the doors, which crash against the walls a little too loud for my liking.
Judica is every bit as intimidating as I remember it, the decoration just as clashing and intimidating, the silver scales continuously swinging ever so slightly on the table in front of the throne. Unlike my last visit, however, a fireplace is now burning in the hearth.
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