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The arrival of the Governor had been anticipated, and though most might have expected some pomp and circumstance to her arrival, others, with more experience of fae, including any who had served on the gates and noted the general reluctance of the fae to conform to nice neat rules about entering a city, had anticipated a somewhat more abrupt arrival.
One of the Guards straightened though he didn't meet her eye. "Governors office second door on the right over there." He didn't point though the door he spoke of was also flanked by guards and his voice was easily loud enough to cross the distance and to make its way into the open doorway.
Those guards also straightened with a clank of equipment. Inside the door, there opened up a foyer which was currently manned by a rotund dwarf who sat behind a desk. If she should choose to enter then he would rise, Serale Your Excellency, Iban Ironfist at your service."
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