Sometimes, when no one was watching, Mel liked to wonder to understand. The weight of her decisions and the impact it sowed.

She waited by the big window in her office, half of her heart telling her this was a bad idea, and the other half knowing it was for the best. Searching for this woman was hard. A lot of gossip, intel she could barely believe, and the hostility of the Zaunites trying to protect their people. But she remembered a few details that led her straight to her.

Mel took a sip of her drink the moment the doors opened, and in walked the one person she had been looking for for a while. Eyes darkened and heavy with, what? Regret, pain and probably a troubled past. Strength of someone who probably had to fight from a very young age just to survive. A Zaunite through and through.

Mel couldn't help the curiosity that overcame her.

"Please, have a sit," she offered, pointing at the chair in front of her desk with such gentleness. "Thank you for coming in such short notice. I trust you were treated fairly by the enforcers?"

Her gaze flicked to the enforcers by the door. This woman clearly didn't trust them. Her gaze said just enough. So to give her a little more freedom, she dismissed them without a word, just a glance.