Secret Chat with the Squirrely Mayor

Rizz took a deep breath and strode through the door, closing it behind him. 

"I'm glad the feeling's mutual…"

The office was as large as the lobby downstairs. It was far cleaner in terms of dust and dilapidated furniture. 

A heavy, wooden desk and cushioned, stationary swivel chair were up against the window. That allowed the mayor to oversee the town's central market, should she open the curtains. In front of that desk was a thin coffee table between four identical swivel chairs.

However, unlike the lobby, strewn about the room were books, paper, and scrolls with no sense of pattern or organization. A few dirty mugs were sitting on the edge of the mayor's desk. One still had a wooden straw inside, from which the mayor took a sip till the sound of an empty cup rang through the quiet office. 

"... Go on. Take a seat. None of them are booby-trapped," Miss Rogue jested.