Taking a break from the endless paperwork on her desk, Zanthia stands up, stretches, and walks out to the hall, in her hand a sealed note. Taking the long way around to the stairs, through the windows she can observe the Aspirants, Initiates, and Keepers practicing their craft in the courtyard. In the center is the permanent Circle of Power, for now lying dormant.
As Zanthia reaches the stairs, she speaks with the attendant, who notices the paper in her hand. "Fatespinner," he addresses her, bowing low. "Did you need that delivered somewhere?"
"Yes," she replies, "But I think I will bring it down myself. I could use the break."
"Of course." The attendant replies. Zanthia begins down the stairs to the main enterance to find a messenger.