43.X Interlude: Unknown Entities

"What in the world are these idiots doing?"

High up in her office, Head Intellect Mica groaned into her desk as she kept her eyes closed, her perpetual migraine wreaking havoc on her poor head as she resisted the urge to light yet another cigar from her personal stash. She had been going through the precious things faster than usual these days, and the next shipment she kept buying from a smuggler from Vestyge wouldn't come for another two weeks. As such, she had to keep her smoking habits to a minimum, even if her body wanted so badly for her to take a puff of stress relief on a stick.

Letting out another groan, Vesper opened her bloodshot eyes, her constant fatigue doing little to stop her from annoyingly going through the paperwork that was just given to her. Academic Marc had just detained this Alset girl... again... for somehow trying to sell her services to foreign sellswords without a permit, and she didn't know why such a report even came up to her desk in the first place.