You walk into the Prefecture, passing by other noble judges. You open the door to Augustin El Born's office and see him sitting at his wooden desk. A man about 50 years old looks at a bunch of documents and writes and signs something. It’s clear that he hasn’t slept for a couple of days and looks tired, although he’s trying to hide it from everyone. The prefect hears you enter his office and looks at you with his sharp and penetrating gaze

Greetings, how can I help you?