Deligdisch

Fineen glances at the report. Turning to the people next to her she scoffs, “What a ridiculous notion that adulthood should be 30. We all know it is 50. What nonsense.” We puts the paper down and walks away, “I have my research to get back to...”

Finnen takes the form from the nearest attendant, assuring them her sister will be here shortly. She takes the paper and quill in a rush and fills it out. Her eyes dreary and body over worn, its slightly illegible but she hands it in. Making a remark about how she loved the new system and then walking away.