[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

The sun rose on the dawn of a new day and Morgana was greatly regretting her indiscretions the previous night. Not because of anything as mundane as a hangover, she could handle her drink perfectly well and had barely touched anything alcoholic at the restaurant besides; no she was simply regretting putting aside work for socialising now that she could see how much she had left undone. No less than fourteen messages from her lab assistants and colleagues back in England that demanded a prompt response, wards to purge of abyssal energy and rekey as well as a few interesting leads that she wanted to follow up on personally. Even though the meal had been… nicer than she had expected, she wasn’t sure it was worth the mountain of paperwork that was in store for her.

Then she walked into the meeting room and saw that there were yet undiscovered peaks of paperwork to deal with.

[color=c4df9b]“Surely there is some kind of clerical staff who can deal with this instead of us?”[/color] Morgana eyed a nearby table with a look of suspicion, stepping away from it as the tower of paper began to wobble ominously in her direction. [color=c4df9b]“A small army of clerks perhaps?”[/color]

Given the apparently sensitive nature of their assignment, she was worried that the answer might be no. More than likely she would only that anything in this room was too [i]classified[/i] or [i]potentially dangerous[/i] for anyone but themselves to see. [color=c4df9b]“Fine, I’ll stay here in Frankfurt. But don’t be surprised if some of this evidence mysteriously disappears.”[/color]

[@Kumbaris]