Council Keep, Downtown Quarters.
On the top floor of this towering structure, the Lord Marshall of Ravenfell, Sabrina Benton, sat in her office, reading through the contents of several official parchments.
Several minutes later, she nodded and handed the parchment to the young woman standing beside her. "Approved. Send twenty additional Mana Liquefaction Magi to the Bosky Neighborhood."
"Twenty, my lady?" The assistant was startled. "But…" She lowered her head, reading the contents of the paachment before continuing, "They have only requested five."
Sabrina remained silent for a few moments, resting her chin in her hand. Her eyes narrowed and she murmured, almost as if she was talking to herself, "I can't quite put a finger on it, but the Corvid Quarter… there's something going on there."
The assistant's heart skipped a beat. "Something is... going on there?" she asked in a trembling voice.
With the Grand Magus Tournament only weeks away, Ravenfell had grown increasingly tense.
