The offices of the Tripartite in Wisant spiral around the inner surface of the city's light shaft in an often broken helix of stacked arcs. You have been called to the oldest, lowest, and largest of these; the Glazen Stoa. Built at the height of Nurad's glory, it had been fashioned according to half remembered stories of palaces and temples from Creation. Pillars of quartz, glass, optical sapphire, and a dozen other crystals flash with pulses of data-lightning as they rise up to the vast calculation-array ceiling twelve feet from the ground.
Autocrat Avuras is waiting for you in her office, in a simple chair of clear polymer before a desk of Virinc that rapidly shifts to display reports from all over the city. The Collegium of Divine Incandescence is visible behind her, and an open drop from the rail less space between columns. Her office is not as large as you would expect from someone of her station, yet except for her and the two pieces of furniture it is entirely empty. She does not stand as you enter.
"Where there any difficulties in final charm outfitting?"
Autocrat Avuras is waiting for you in her office, in a simple chair of clear polymer before a desk of Virinc that rapidly shifts to display reports from all over the city. The Collegium of Divine Incandescence is visible behind her, and an open drop from the rail less space between columns. Her office is not as large as you would expect from someone of her station, yet except for her and the two pieces of furniture it is entirely empty. She does not stand as you enter.
"Where there any difficulties in final charm outfitting?"