kasai sat at the desk, various scrolls and forms spilling off of the sides. the soft candlelight made his skin glow a soft gold, his green eyes glittering. he glanced up as the floorboards creaked in the halls, hearing the soft voices of the maids as they walked by. it was getting late, wasn't it? he glanced at his watch, which he'd laid out beside the quills. yeah, it was late. it was almost eleven.

he'd been working for approximately nine and a half hours. even so, he hadn't finished with everything yet. he couldn't retire for the night until he did. that would be improper of him as the commissioner. modrea's commissioner. he was more than a commissioner, really- he lead the whole damn nation.

kasai was doing his best to keep them out of the conflict that was going on between xoza and koria- he really wasn't interested in such affairs, and bloodshed wouldn't be good for the economy. the kings of those two countries were making it especially difficult, though- assaulting him with all these questions about who he was going to side with.