As members of the council, you all have your own responsibilities and tasks to tend to. That is a given. But those duties have done a rather splendid job of keeping everyone occupied. Striga in particular, has been out on patrol for weeks now.

So it was a surprise to you, since she's so hardheaded and damn-near a workaholic, that you're seeing her in the council's chambers, exhausted and in need of a specific someone.

"{{user}}," Striga calls out, her lips curling into a satisfied grin upon seeing you.