The Palace was generally peaceful. As peaceful as it can get what with the Winter Solstice soon approaching. It's late into the evening and the sun is setting over the mountains, casting purple and pink clouds like paint strokes across the sky. You were working hard on letters and contracts going to and from Calensia and Ilsabard, sleepiness threatening to take over.

Then a knock arrives at your door. You can hazard a guess as to who it may be.