"Coming!" Kutur shouts, looking up from his studies. Peace, for other people, meant a life of quiet and carefree leisure. Peace, for other people, meant relaxing at the bath, coming home to their bound mates, and perhaps taking a dip in the rivers on a fresh sunny day. Peace for him, however, meant paperwork. Loads of paperwork, coming from all across the empire, to be approved from Xigyll. Most have to do with the construction of a network of fortresses springing up across the mountains, from which legions may be stationed and ruled over by commanders. He didn't even know when this project started, nor where Rughoi came up with the idea, just that it showed up one day, and now they're filling his cabinets. He hastily scrawls a reply for one of these forts, one too far away from the capital to truly be of much worth. Perhaps there was a village out there?

The commotion outside was evidence enough that his wife was getting annoyed with him. She had always been more assertive with he, and he doubted if anyone in the empire aside from Rughoi would dare to disagree with her to her face. Well, Rughoi and of course, their children. He packed away his books, setting them hurriedly on their shelves, before grabbing his robes and slipping it on. "I'm here, I'm here," he muttered, entering the main room and tying the knot on his robes. All eyes were on him. "Well then, to the baths?"