51st of Spring, 514 AV
Afternoon, Zelkov Lazarin's mansion
Exigencies found themselves gliding along Andariel's usual schedule and eventually gave her abrupt annoyance the moment a servant flashed into her office and disrupted her concentrations. However, it wasn't from anyone of the Lazarin's clients but it was from Andariel's father himself who practically just arrived recently after attending auctions of exotic slaves with the Nitrozians. Understanding the reason to be summoned seemed somewhat, ambiguous if she would think about her father's state of being a very busy man. To her, it would mostly be discussions about archival reports and financial records about some few relatives of their's. Andariel would have tried to skim off her current activities before venturing to her father's office, but it's importance seemed to escalate after how the family's servant delivered the message in a much more anxious fashion.
As usual, San stood right by her mistress' side but she actually was doing something involving Andariel's paper works. San was the one helping to pile up rubbish while pouring and refueling hot tea to her mistress' cup. Perhaps she might feel rewarding by performing such tasks but she was a servant and being ordered around was a usual norm. Andariel lifted herself from her seat while giving a nod to the servant who delivered the message. As the servant vanished from her office, she then glanced towards San and gave her another nod which led the servant onto following her steps.
Andariel's office actually had a larger space to utilize. It's radius was about a meter larger than a normal dining room and would actually fit for more people to pay some visit. However, as much as Andariel hated noises and distractions, San was the only acceptable servant to be able to stay at the place, obviously it was due to her silent nature and an almost lifeless presence. Her office was quite a sight if one would have the permission to enter. It was decorated exquisitely with a quarter of Andariel's wealth spent on sorting arrangements. Old but rich tapestries were dangling by the upper walls while expensive-looking carpets were laid neatly on the floor. There were several wooden shelves arranged by rows on the right side of the room, with numerous books bundled with likely a symmetrical arrangement. Andariel's main desk was at the farther left side almost nearly stationed at the large window concealed by draperies. All in all, she was lucky enough to have decent wealth to be provided with such an outstanding work station.
While pacing slowly at the halls, Andariel slowly thought about the current status of her position to power. There wasn't a great climb to progress yet but it was surely obvious when one should start reenacting their aims. A slow start was something she was expecting but hoped it wouldn't be as slower as she expected it to be. If she would frankly judge herself, her moves were quite sluggish lately when offering allegiances to strangers. She did admit to herself those were risky actions for her to execute but there wouldn't be an actual progress if she would freeze herself from doing anything. Andariel would most likely believe that bringing herself to risks would become a pedestal to her success. Of course, who wouldn't be successful if there's no gamble?
For one who resides at the mansion since the day she was born, it would sometimes be confusing when navigating through the unlikely maze of the mansion's anatomical structure. Andariel was lost several times when she was still a teenager and she managed herself to lose memory of her tracks still at an older age. San, however, was much more mysterious. The Inarta servant somehow kept a close monitor on the previous tracks they were pacing and then finding the right pathway towards their supposed destination. Perhaps Andariel would reluctantly admit she was stupid for a moment but criticizing herself over to some servant would likely to be a sin for her pride. The two of them reached a large door before their steps. Andariel glanced at San, giving her yet another nod before the servant stepped forward and knocked the door calmly.
Afternoon, Zelkov Lazarin's mansion
Exigencies found themselves gliding along Andariel's usual schedule and eventually gave her abrupt annoyance the moment a servant flashed into her office and disrupted her concentrations. However, it wasn't from anyone of the Lazarin's clients but it was from Andariel's father himself who practically just arrived recently after attending auctions of exotic slaves with the Nitrozians. Understanding the reason to be summoned seemed somewhat, ambiguous if she would think about her father's state of being a very busy man. To her, it would mostly be discussions about archival reports and financial records about some few relatives of their's. Andariel would have tried to skim off her current activities before venturing to her father's office, but it's importance seemed to escalate after how the family's servant delivered the message in a much more anxious fashion.
As usual, San stood right by her mistress' side but she actually was doing something involving Andariel's paper works. San was the one helping to pile up rubbish while pouring and refueling hot tea to her mistress' cup. Perhaps she might feel rewarding by performing such tasks but she was a servant and being ordered around was a usual norm. Andariel lifted herself from her seat while giving a nod to the servant who delivered the message. As the servant vanished from her office, she then glanced towards San and gave her another nod which led the servant onto following her steps.
Andariel's office actually had a larger space to utilize. It's radius was about a meter larger than a normal dining room and would actually fit for more people to pay some visit. However, as much as Andariel hated noises and distractions, San was the only acceptable servant to be able to stay at the place, obviously it was due to her silent nature and an almost lifeless presence. Her office was quite a sight if one would have the permission to enter. It was decorated exquisitely with a quarter of Andariel's wealth spent on sorting arrangements. Old but rich tapestries were dangling by the upper walls while expensive-looking carpets were laid neatly on the floor. There were several wooden shelves arranged by rows on the right side of the room, with numerous books bundled with likely a symmetrical arrangement. Andariel's main desk was at the farther left side almost nearly stationed at the large window concealed by draperies. All in all, she was lucky enough to have decent wealth to be provided with such an outstanding work station.
While pacing slowly at the halls, Andariel slowly thought about the current status of her position to power. There wasn't a great climb to progress yet but it was surely obvious when one should start reenacting their aims. A slow start was something she was expecting but hoped it wouldn't be as slower as she expected it to be. If she would frankly judge herself, her moves were quite sluggish lately when offering allegiances to strangers. She did admit to herself those were risky actions for her to execute but there wouldn't be an actual progress if she would freeze herself from doing anything. Andariel would most likely believe that bringing herself to risks would become a pedestal to her success. Of course, who wouldn't be successful if there's no gamble?
For one who resides at the mansion since the day she was born, it would sometimes be confusing when navigating through the unlikely maze of the mansion's anatomical structure. Andariel was lost several times when she was still a teenager and she managed herself to lose memory of her tracks still at an older age. San, however, was much more mysterious. The Inarta servant somehow kept a close monitor on the previous tracks they were pacing and then finding the right pathway towards their supposed destination. Perhaps Andariel would reluctantly admit she was stupid for a moment but criticizing herself over to some servant would likely to be a sin for her pride. The two of them reached a large door before their steps. Andariel glanced at San, giving her yet another nod before the servant stepped forward and knocked the door calmly.
