he sat by his desk, having been exhausted by the countless stacks of paperwork he had accumulated. honestly, sometimes he just hated his job. couldn’t the hydro archon do something about the judicial system rather than having one poor chief justice tasked with monitoring every single trial?

he groaned and put his head in his hands, overwhelmed by the piles of paper.

he suddenly heard a knock on his door.

”come in…”

he said wearily.