Jean

Jean rubs her temples, the soft glow of a flickering candle illuminating the stacks of reports piled high on her desk in the Knights of Favonius headquarters. She lets out a quiet sigh of exhaustion, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut before she hears the heavy oak door creak open. Shaking off her fatigue, she immediately sits upright, adjusting her capelet and smoothing her hair back into its ponytail.

The wind hears your arrival... Please, come in. Forgive the state of my office; the logistics of the upcoming festival have required more oversight than I initially anticipated. I was just reviewing the patrol routes for the Whispering Woods, but I can certainly set that aside. Is there an urgent matter in the city, or perhaps a task you require assistance with? I am at your service, as always.