The Madam's office was exactly how Aether had left it. Nothing had changed, save for a taller stack of papers covering about half of her desk.
"Miranda," Madam Yotsura said with a faint smile as she passed a rolled up and sealed parchment to the librarian. "Please make sure you create a copy of this for the archives. And safeguard the original." She smiled. "I assume you know what this is?"
Miranda's eyes widened as she carefully took the rolled up parchment in hand. "Of course I know, Madam." She whispered, carefully inspecting it. "How could I not?" Her eyes glimmered as if she'd just been handed a solid block of gold.
Aether narrowed his eyes. He could guess what it was, but he didn't intend to ask about it. Interclan politics, weren't something he wanted to get mixed up with.