At its core was the Center Hall, where everything came together and fanned out. A hub for the whole community. Banking, jobs, healthcare, business, agricultural affairs, and the main library To name a few. It was all found in snowflake-shaped halls. That connected them together in the building's hexagonal center. Dusk used the library's location to excuse him from visiting every day. Being the second child of the Duchess and Duke. It seemed natural that the hall master would greet and talk to him every morning. The hall master was his helpful accomplice and accepted mail.

“The hall master is waiting for you in his office.” Lost in his thoughts, the familiar voice of the hall guards boomed at him. Waking him from his intruding thoughts, this was the second time he had drifted off today.

“Bael, greetings.” Dusk gave his usual hand jesters, and so did Bael. Snapping his heels together. Brought his leather and metal armor together. Bael brought together the entirety of his six and a half feet of solid muscle. Rattling the loose chest plate when his spear struck it. It was comforting in its own way, the familiarity of it. The hall was still filing up with its staff for the day; only a handful of Bael's fellow guards were in the hall. They were poking each other with their elbows, with Bael's stiff greeting.

“My Lord,” he shouted. His bushy mustache ruffled with his shout. His fellow guards rolled their eyes while they went to their stations. Dusk preferred a more casual greeting, unlike his brother. All the other guards have already taken note of the difference between his brother and him.

“Continue on," said Dusk, releasing the serious man to his duties. Stepping around the stiff guard, Dusk went down his traditional path. The building was forged from one large, hallowed stone. Making it cool was a fact that, when the afternoon heat approached, became appreciated. The natural cream color of the stone was swept out. Impressing with its simple and clean color. Wooden signs hung from the ceilings and were posted in many places around the entry. It would be hard to get lost here. Impossible if you went to the large oval desk that sat in the middle of the hexagon-shaped main building.

A magic-inscribed tapestry lit up the building. It took away from the sterile feeling of the stone enclosure. It didn't halt the sound of his shoes while he made his way to the main back hall, where the hall master waited. Today was the day. Two letters of news were supposed to reach him today, both through his mediator, the Hall Master. Was it here already? More importantly, were the results positive? Dusk thoughts raced through his heart. Please let them be positive.