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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/i][/center][/h3][hr]

[color=orangered]"Huh?"[/color] Suparna stole her gaze away from a brawl spilling forth from one tavern, warriors in varying states of armored dress as fists flew with a ferocity she'd expect from bloodthirsty demons, to follow Diana's lead towards a central yet atypical structure. It was stark in it's relief against the compact structures. The denizens did not shy away from it yet there was a care to keep even the rowdiest of warriors to clench their weapons with a degree less recklessness.  The carved idols were of immaculate artistry from the soft features of the goddess to the ruffles of her rococo dress, a clockwork eye peering down from each as though watching over those who passed between them. 

[color=orangered]"It certainly looks....official."[/color] Suparna gulped uncertainly, hastily looking back to the increasingly distant brawl before drawing herself back to the building Diana was pulling them towards. [color=orangered]"Though maybe we might be intruding. We could always go ask some passing locals or- Or just drag us inside."[/color]

Her complaints were raised too late to avoid entry and when she did she almost immediately bit her tongue at how loud her voice became. What was a steady thrum outside with no refrain gave way to a void the moment they passed the threshold, the polished obsidian seeming to drink in the noise as readily as the light of candles set upon the expanse before them. It struck her as the most peculiar thing in a land of vicious warfare, to be confronted by a row upon row of desks with robbed figures seated behind them.

Everything about it struck her with a disconcerting sense of wrongness; Scribes among barbarians. The scratching of quills upon vellum in a concert of thousands yet all she saw was scarcely two dozen. She peered upwards and forwards yet even the maggot collective could not discern a ceiling or far wall against the peerless umbra as though it strained no further then her reach just as it went out to eternity- 

[color=gray]"May I help you?"[/color]

A whisper drew her from the yawning madness and Suparna jerked forward to find a reception desk where she was certain there was none before, and towards the [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/77d58a4d-f48c-4c7c-93f8-45bc93376b12.jpg]speaker[/url] whom sat in serene repose with her hands folded before her, a faint smirk visible beneath her cowl at the madness gnawing at Suparna's nerves.

[color=gray]"I do not recall recording the songs of a demon in the company of a dragon. Are you perhaps first time arrivals to our jurisdiction?"[/color] The attendant began softly, the halo floating atop her head bobbing as she motioned to the Diana and Suparna. [color=gray]"Most who do so usually come in the presence of a senior, but this is not untenable. It is my privilege to offer my aid to those in Marianne's blessed domain should they seek it, so please ask should you find your ignorance insurmountable."[/color]