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Hector had no idea what the future had in store for him, but in the back of his mind, he was immensely disturbed by the current level of comfort that he was enjoying. He was able to eat quite luxurious meals every day thanks to the passionate Rainlord chefs, and the supply team was able to get its hands on increasingly higher quality goods for everyone.

Technically, the job of managing supplies belonged to the castle's "steward," which was the official title of Amelia Carthrace, but as she was often busy managing financial and legal matters with the Bank, the task of overseeing the supply team had largely fallen upon her recently-appointed secretary, a bespectacled Atreyan woman with dark hair and a face that fit in quite well with all these stern Rainlords around.

Her name was Mara Rogers, and while Hector hadn't interacted with her directly very much yet, he saw her around quite frequently. She only looked to be in her mid-twenties, but she didn't seem to be struggling much with her position, which he found impressive, considering she was basically managing the entirety of Warrenhold's day-to-day operations now.

So when a knock arrived at his door as he was preparing for bed after another long day, he couldn't be all that surprised when it turned out to be her.

"Lord?" came Mara's voice from beyond the door. "I know the hour is late, but might I have a few minutes of your time?"

Hector, already in his pajamas, looked at Garovel hovering there next to him.

'Well? Invite the lady in. I can't do it.'

Hector's expression flattened. Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered consulting the reaper at all. "...Sure. Come in."

She entered, still sharply dressed as usual and carrying a pen and clipboard. She remained near the open doorway. "I wanted to speak to you on the matter of your chamberlain--or rather, your persistent lack thereof."