Sheo was met with some guards, and for a moment she worried that her entrance might have earned her some time in the brig. Instead however, they just told her what needed to be done. Get some paperwork from the desk, finish it, bring it back, and don't bother to lady until you were done with it. Seems simple enough. Sheo went off and did so without a hitch, aside from spending a good while trying to find something to write with. She borrowed a fountain pen and ink from another receptionist desk as she read over the papers and filed out the work. Sheo didn't particularly like paper work, but like war it had it's place. All she could do now was finish it and hope that it goes through without any problems.

After painstakingly writing out everything she needed written, Sheo went to the desk and silently handed over her paper work. There was another girl, a masked woman who seemed to radiate a sense of... Divinity? Demonic energy? Something odd. Sheo dismissed it as nothing, just the local air getting into her head. [b]"Well met stranger. Name's Sheo. Who are you?"[/b] Perhaps failing her spot check a while ago, Sheo just now noticed the odd shapes in the girl's hand. They seemed to be... Vaguely humanoid. And dancing. [i]"What a weirdo."[/i]