Hidden away in a private office, sat Wester, content at his desk. It was damp and dark, lit by a number of lanterns and only really closed off by an ornate curtain, but that was the kind of office space you could expect from the Order of Whispers if you wanted to work at headquarters. They were situated in a cave after all.
Not that Wester minded -as a higher ranking agent, he’d worked hard for this space, and it was his own. He took a sip of ale from his favourite mug (it had “Mornings, am I right?” carved into it – classic!), casually adjusted one of the various raven figurines on his desk, and went back to work.
It was mostly just paperwork: reviewing applicants, approving field work assignments… that sort’ve thing. Boring to some he supposed, but Wester far preferred the safe dull desk work over the messy dangerous field work. And since he came back from his mission in The Grove, boring desk work was all he did. Exactly as he liked it.
Wester leaned over and carefully scrutinized the applications on his desk. They’d been getting a lot lately. He picked one up – some necromancer named Rhenoth. Looks like he’d been scouted. The application was more a formality than anything else. He placed it in the “Approved” pile and went back to the rest.
An asuran engineer… a charr warrior….another asuran engineer… another sylvari necromancer. Also scouted from the looks of it. He squinted at the applicant’s name…
The Mute?
