Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-5583506-20190111033508

Ylva smacked with her lips and left the office. It would appear that she had to look for officials elsewhere.

She was impatient. She hadn't travelled miles just to be ignored. Valhalla City demanded outside services and she demanded retribution. Then it struck her that none of these "skitstövlar", as her father would call the officials, were likely know about him. They all had their nose stuck deep in records and documents. If she wanted to have answers regarding bypassing outsiders, the best option would be to visit the local bar, wherever it was located in this small joint.