Jacque's office looked a little less bare these days. The basic wooden chairs for guests were replaced by low-back velvet chairs trimmed in gold leaf. A keen eye might notice, however, that the Herald's chair was still the same unremarkable wooden chair. The desktop had a fresh lacquer finish, though any wood below possessed the original, aged look. A small shelf was mounted to the wall, currently occupied by a mere two books. The quality of the bookends securing them in place might suggest the Lord held them in high regard.
This evening, Jacque was not sitting in his own chair, but in one of those for his guests. Glancing at the ornate clock hanging behind his desk he rose to his feet, preparing for the Judex's timely arrival. There are many memories that might errantly flitter through the mind over the years, but so few that are pivotal moments in one's danse. The Lord couldn't help but feel strangely excited that this could potentially be one of those moments. The decisions made this night might dictate his focuses over foreseeable future.... all because of one little door.
He laid the Harpy's book of records upon the desk, made sure his cabochon amethyst cufflinks were in proper order on his attire and glanced towards the open door in anticipation.