As Lord Advocate Steele retired with his retinue, Sabri Nidra sat alone in her office and allowed the silence to settle and envelop her like a shawl. Finding her comfort, she removes her veil, her monstrous Demon nature becoming apparent as she loosens her jaw with overly large movements, long tendrils of spittle dangling from each protruding yellowed fang. Removing a silk handkerchief, Sabri daps at her chin to remove the trace of saliva and sighs, pinching her eternally squashed nose, which is akin to a boxer's.

Taking out a gold-filigree notepad and her favourite pen, Sabri begins to make bullet points for the upcoming meeting on Monday evening between the Lord Advocate and the Prince. As the many thoughts entered and exited her usually composed mind, Sabri shuts her eyes and focuses on not could go wrong but what could be worked in the First Estate's (and her own) favour.

Smiling at this goal, Sabri spends many hours at her desk, scribbling furiously. Much to do, much to do.