[[The following transcription has been recorded by me, a scribe in
service to Ashtan]]

You give the door to the north a couple solid raps.

The door leading north is opened from the other side.

Grandue tells you in Ashtani, "Come in, quickly."

Overseer's office (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. An obsidian eye sigil is
here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the
ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. An antique
porcelain vase stands here. A steel-plated desk is here. An oak chair
with a covering of fur is here. There are 2 chairs here. Grandue
Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant is here, sitting on an oak chair with
a covering of fur. His features are obscured by a mask of lifevision.
Nemesian Imperator Seragorn Rousseau is here, sitting on a chair. His
features are obscured by a mask of lifevision.
You see a single exit leading south (closed door).

Grandue stands, leaving his place on an oak chair with a covering of
fur.

Seragorn stands, leaving his place on a chair.

Seragorn says to Grandue in Ashtani, "Ascendant."

Grandue inclines his head politely.

Grandue opens the door to the south.

Seragorn leaves to the south.
The door to the south slams shut.

Grandue sits on an oak chair with a covering of fur.

You say in Ashtani, "How did you know it was me?"

Grandue smokes a Nairat Black cigar casually before he exhales several
rings of smooth smoke.

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says in Ashtani, "You're the
only one who knocks on my door with the tip of a quill. I don't remember
sending for you, scribe."

You say in Ashtani, "You haven't yet, sir, but seeing as there have been
a couple of posts on the Public boards from the Dawnspear I thought
perhaps you would be writing a response."

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says in Ashtani, "Posts about
what, and from whom?"

You say in Ashtani, "There was one from Aodfionn and one from some human
named Tibitha."

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says in Ashtani, "Who is
Tibitha?"

You shrug.

You say in Ashtani, "No one really."

Grandue pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says in Ashtani, "And
Aodfionn's post, what is it about?"

You say in Ashtani, "Just the normal nonsense."

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says in Ashtani, "Will anyone
read what he wrote?"

You say in Ashtani, "Our informants report that only a couple of the
Targossians even read it and it is unlikely that anyone outside of the
Dawnspear cares enough to give it the time. It was long and full of
idiocy."

Grandue slams a fist on a steel-plated desk.

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says in Ashtani, "Then tell me
why, scribe, would you expect me to write a response to either of them.
Our plans are moving forward at an unexpected speed, I do not have the
time to respond to each and every little tittering that rises up from
the Silverveil."

You say in Ashtani, "Yes, Ascendant, but..."

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says in Ashtani, "Do I look like his bloody father? I've already whipped the child once, he doesn't need a response from me nor will he want the one I would give him. The belt will be coming off for the next lashing."

You hear a couple sharp raps emanate from the door to the south.

Grandue stands, leaving his place on an oak chair with a covering of
fur.

Grandue opens the door to the south.

A Shornwall defender arrives from the south.
The door to the south slams shut.

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says, "What is it?"

A Shornwall defender says, "Ascendant, the operatives wish to know
whether you plan to call them home in a mass exodus or if you prefer
they trickle out over time."

A Shornwall defender eyes you warily.

Grandue opens the door to the south.

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says to you in Ashtani, "You
are dismissed."

You say in Ashtani, "What would you like me to post, sir?"

Grandue Bloodthroat, The Archon Ascendant says to you in Ashtani, "Nothing, or be creative. That is all, scribe."

You bow respectfully to Grandue.

Upper balcony (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Lying flat on the ground
is a key-shaped sigil. An obsidian eye sigil is here.
You see exits leading north (open door), southeast, southwest, and down.
The door to the north slams shut.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Sarapin, in the year 704 AF.