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‘The door is unlocked.’
Pushing the door aside gently, she took a single step into the chamber, peering around its thick wooden door. Her unexpected coyness took her back to the cycles when she had first begun her studies with Aleska. She recalled the intense feeling of intimidation that she frequently experienced during her lengthy education with the politically astute scrier, whose cool demeanour took her some time to become accustomed to.
‘I apologise – I am disturbing you.’
The Captain of the Blades sat alone at a desk, where he appeared to be writing furiously. Nathanar looked up, before setting aside the lengthy documents.
‘Stop hiding behind the door and come in, Kirika.’
‘I can see that you are busy.’
‘Not at all. Come in. You will be doing me a favour by
