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  Esstrey has an office! Granted, it's an office as far away frur human tact as possible, but for someone irey's position that's hardly a dowhe yout of the castle of Malencia is...odd. The hill it's on really is hollow, ected to the sewer system. Below the castle is a massive bck market, supposedly the biggest hive of smuggling operations iire Faerune Kingdom. Access between the castle and the market is highly restricted aive, with the 'mairao the market being the sewers themselves. Kharn hahe bck market, and it's security, with Rowan handling the more surface level security. Deep within the most secure sector of the bck market is a spiral staircase (why did it have to be stairs) that goes further down, past a small hallway is a door that leads to the sector used by the cults.

  That quaint little hallway now tairey's office, first door on the left.

  Past an incredibly thick metal door oher side of the hallway, lies the horrors of the duchy. Mad wizards, insane cultists and unhinged men of the sces. All safely locked away not by force, but by resources. They have everything people of their stature could want in there, force could not tain them anyway. How a man like Rowan who loves the w and what is right so much tolerate the existence of this den of evil is a question for the ages. That all ges today, outside their access to their precious resourow lies the sleeping sea serpent they fear. A massive fishbowl not uhe one she had while imprisoned so long ago, now underground again, just like that dusty old pce. This time, however, she is the warden.

  Her official position is liaison of the paranormal division, apparently all the loonies had been cssified as a whole ass division, with a fittiation ing the military to boot. That being one of getting the job do a cost no one directly involved wao pay, good thing the duchess rarely involves herself in military affairs other than sig the paranormal division on her problems, else the entire division would be out of work. The direct as of the paranormal division are highly cssified, but their i as be seen by someone in the know ier-a reports. Aolen from the duchess somehow ends up ba her room, with the apparent thief a sl rambling husk of a man ranting about eyes who eventually resorted to randomly biting people. An ied miaken over by giant worms, and shortly thereafter all the worms are brutally killed while a neighb ty is fag a wandering demon. An undead horde trolled by a neaaken out by a force of elite cavalry... arently just weren't getting stopped by the undead.

  There have been iigations of course, but Malencia always had a lot of resources and dedication to not let assets it has just get taken away, sacrifig paws a bad pret after all, in other words these people are the perfect employers for Esstrey's own experiments.

  Even if she also actally ended up as a mediator for issues due to a mutual respect through fear, and her general experieh all the subjects that are involved by the paranormal division.

  "Again, the hey make te at night are highly disturbing! My fellows are trying to sleep, not hear a bunch of buffoons go at it with sex demorey, this is a clear attempt at poag, and I demand you stop their te-night ies!" The neancer pleads his case with Esstrey, while pointing as aggressively as an old bag of bones could point at the colourfully dressed man.

  "With all due respect colleague, our activities are legal by se 7b of the tract, which clearly protects the freedom of non-harmful acts within one's own walls, ?? ???? ?? ??? ??? ???? ??????? ?? ???? ????? ? ????? ?????? ?? ??????." The Infernal acolyte talks fidently, but still backs away a bit when the neancer gives him a seething look when he says the st bit.

  "The neancer's s are valid, but I won't shut down the ies over it. You be as loud only as the walls are thick, you will either o have quieter ies or thicker walls, if you don't like it I'll start asking the neancer higher-ups to start letting the undead have very loud ies back." The neancer snickers a bit at Esstrey's verdict, while the Infernal pukes a little in his mouth, but mao keep it inside. Esstrey for one is simply rubbing her forehead at all the unresolved flicts between the loons.

  "Lady Esstrey! He has stolen my star chalk! I 't uh my patron like this!" An infernal woman immediately follows after the earlier group, who is followed by a Beyonder who is the accused of this crime.

  "Have not!" He firmly rebukes.

  "Have too!" The adults have clearly talked a lot about this.

  "And you are certain you two ot resolve it amongst yourselves without me?" The Beyives a zy shrug, while the Infernal is doing her best impression of an angry Karen waiting for ma to e to her defense.

  "Alright, how about his, you both split the costs evenly for ar chalk, and you share it for whatever you with. I'll send a message to... Greg to hold on to the star chalk, he will also make sure none of you abuse the sharing part." Luckily, Esstrey has Greg. A pletely fotten janitor who somehow keeps the paranormal division . No one apparently even knew he existed, he just got paid through the papers.

  "T-that's a horrible resolution!" The moment the Infernal fihat sentence, she already sees Esstrey looking at her with a look of 'gratutions! It's yours.'

  "Esstrey! Esstrey!" The one called iion looks on in fury as she's interrupted a third time within an hour with inane issues caused by geions of , but it quickly melts as she notices the petitioner is small and scaled.

  "Kuda bring paper! Fancy dy says paper is part of hoard! Kuda steal paper anyway for hoard!" Kuda is still wearing some uniform belonging to the duchy, but this time the insignia indig allegiao the paranormal division is included.

  "let's see here... an invitation to... a meeting with the PMC? What the hell are private military- nevermind it's actually the Perrenian Matriarchal Coalitiorey taps the letter oable a few times... she did see something in the library on this, but didn't deem them too relevant due to a ck of exploits iuries, how the hell do they even know she exists?

  From the small bit she read, it seemed like a regur invitation, arey got an invitation to join one of their meetings?

  Sure, sounds like fun, they might have snacks. Or maybe some good soup.

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