[color=f7941d][b]Alice Windhorn | Tagged: Abraham [@Spin the Wheel][/b]
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Alice was walking to their desk, holding a small stack of letters that they had just recently received. Their assistant, the high elf Elri, was sitting to another desk to the side, parsing over some recent news article. Her golden skin was somewhat dull, and her black hair was stuffed in a messy bun.

As they are about to place the letters on the desk, Alice jumps a little bit. There's a knock on their door - something that loud implies that either the knocker has something important to discuss or simply thinks they have some urgent matter to speak of.

Alice lets out a sigh, before shifting over to Elri's desk. They place the letters on her desk, brushing their hair out of their face and adjusting their jacket.

[color=fdc68a]"Sort these by category for me - I'll get it."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Mmm... Thanks,"[/color] she mumbles.

Alice smiles a little bit. It's hard to tell when she's being sarcastic. [color=fdc68a]"Yeah, you're welcome."[/color]

After relegating Elri to letter sorting duty, Alice leaves the room, entering into the entrance room. The floor is made out of a worn  red wood, with the walls being a slate gray. There's a lone couch placed near the windows, accompanied by a table. There's one door to the office and another to the common room, as well as a hallway that leads to the stairs and side storage room. The corners of the room are shadowy at this point in the morning.

They peek through the peep hole, in order to see if it's someone worthy of being let in - and it does appear to be! This is either a very good coincidence for their purposes, or about business. Cult related business. Alice smiles to themself before unlocking the door and throwing it open.

[color=fdc68a]"Hello, Abraham."[/color] They dip their hands into their pockets, standing up straight.

[color=fdc68a]"How are things?"[/color]