A New Servant!

Zion reached the building after half an hour and pushed the door open. There were two guards on either side of the door, but they made no attempts to stop him. Their only work was to note the names of people who entered the palace and let them in.

He walked toward the counter in front of which, an elf with white long silky hair had his head lowered as he jotted down something on a scroll. After that, the elf put the feather pen back on the ink vessel and looked up to find a beggar in ragged clothes. He frowned as a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he covered it up soon enough and asked, "Are you here for a servant's job?"

Zion nodded while deliberately having an innocent child-like expression on his face.

The elf pulled out another scroll from below the counter and gave it to Zion. "Attach your thumbprint there and take this to the head servant." As he said, he pointed at the counter to his left and lowered his head to continue writing.