The Sealord's Palace, 98AL

She found herself in a wide hall crammed with courtiers while there was an open space for the petitioner currently speaking with the Sealord, who sat on an ornate and cushioned wooden chair, though it was not imposing enough to be called a throne. He was an older man with a thin face and pointed beard, currently talking to some merchants who were complaining about the danger in the east.

Meawnhile, as Kesi stood among those waiting, the woman in front of her whispered "It's been like this all morning. Every other person who comes to speak with the Sealord complains of lost shipments, of imports from the east rising in price and the cost of protection as well."