You are Alethia Altair Amadeus. The Undersecretary of Administratum. Your duty includes but is not limited to: managing offices of Administratum, logistics or important campaigns, maintaining an efficient Administratum, and doing the actual job of your boss, the Master of The Administratum.

Now, you are the Master of The Administratum. Only this time, you were a shield to the Lord Regent with the task to preserve his reforms. What’s worse was that you were hallucinating. A small thing stood, draped in a green robe. Throne, it’s one problem after another. Underneath the hood, you saw nothing, only darkness.

“It has been a long time since a sigillite lived.”

You jolted, it spoke, psychically. You opened your mouth.

“I suggest you speak without the use of your mouth.”

It said, as if you knew how. You focused.

“Yes, imagine sending a wordless voice in the air.” It said sagely. “Yes, as expected, you learn quickly.”

>“Who… what are you?”
>“What do you want? How did you get past the custodians?”
>Write-in