If you'd like to have a private meeting with the Adjudicator, this is where you should go! The Adjudicator is available at almost all hours of the day; just knock and he'll answer.
Comments are screened for privacy; no eavesdropping, that's rude.
[...Seems this place isn't as...utterly soundproofed as the bedrooms are, at least. Definitely still dampened, but not as absolutely so.
The room itself is more of an office, all done up in wood and leather and generally well-kept, with shelves lining the walls and a large desk at the center. The Adjudicator himself is sitting at the desk and...managing to look completely out of place in here, given everything; the jeans and black button-up are making a reappearance today, clothes-wise. Seems he's found paper and pens to occupy himself with, given that he's doodling idly all over the sheets; he'll give Robert his attention when he enters, though. Not for long, mind, it's more of a passing glance to verify who it is, but at least it's something.]
I'm not asking for Arbor gold. But, leaving a whole group dry, particularly under these conditions, is just damned cruel behavior. Damned cruel.
-- Besides, a keep as fine as this one ought to have a wine cellar of some quality. [complimenting his house should help right??? he's never been on this side of a petition.]
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so now he's BANG BANG BANG knocking very politely on the Adjudicator's door.]
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Yeah, enter.
[...Seems this place isn't as...utterly soundproofed as the bedrooms are, at least. Definitely still dampened, but not as absolutely so.
The room itself is more of an office, all done up in wood and leather and generally well-kept, with shelves lining the walls and a large desk at the center. The Adjudicator himself is sitting at the desk and...managing to look completely out of place in here, given everything; the jeans and black button-up are making a reappearance today, clothes-wise. Seems he's found paper and pens to occupy himself with, given that he's doodling idly all over the sheets; he'll give Robert his attention when he enters, though. Not for long, mind, it's more of a passing glance to verify who it is, but at least it's something.]
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alright. time to look professional. you're a king, on kingly business. you can do this.]
I've come to petition you over the severe lack of wine and ale in this place. [boom. kingly as fuck.]
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...I'll hear it, but I'm not guaranteeing anything.
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-- Besides, a keep as fine as this one ought to have a wine cellar of some quality. [complimenting his house should help right??? he's never been on this side of a petition.]
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[So at least there's that much.]
You'll get to see it eventually. Assuming things go all right, anyway.
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[... fuck. now what.]
Er. I'll just be going, then. [he just... leaves??? probably???]
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[Knock yourself out, buddy.]