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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 10:31 am
It wasn't exactly a palace, more like a court of justice. All of the courts in the land, big or small, met here sooner or later. The higher the level, the higher up the office was. The top floor was the reserved living and office quarters for the patrician, though many other officials lived and worked in the lower levels as well.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 10:41 am
Amalthea intensly disliked her new living space. Half of it was taken up by a huge library, one quarter of it was an office, and the rest of the space was occupied by the bedroom and bathroom. And the other reason was, while it was very pretty, chock full of marble, gold, and other precious metals, as well as exquisite statues, but it felt like a museum. Amalthea stared blankly down at the pile of paperwork that dwarfed her desk, despite three hours of work. After this was done, she reflected, she had to organize two banquets with the two other leaders. And in between that, she had to find her cousin so that he could act as a guard. Tradition stated that it should be done by the Captain of the guard, which he now was. Oh well, I should be more worried about where to hold the dinners in, I can't have them both in the same place, she thought, exasperated.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:39 am
It was hours later, and Puck still hadn't shown up. Amalthea was beginning to get irratated. Here she was, with a letter of grave importance to her future career, and no messenger. Amalthea decided that the time had come for her to take drastic measures. She gave three whistles, each higher then the last. Then she gave three new whistles, each lower then the last. She repeated this three times, and then waited.
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