Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191031234433/@comment-5543592-20191110155624

What constituted for Miller's office in this place was an apartment squirreled away in one of the back wings of the keep. It was not locked and Miller was there.

The set-up was more or less the same as his office back at the Warehouse, with his large wooden desk facing the door, filing cabinets, and neat stacks of paper. Only, now it existed among the strange tedium of Renaissance decorations.

He glanced up for only a moment as they entered, never pausing in his typing.

"Ms. Carruthers. Ms. Winfield.  How can I help you?"

"Must be where that Armor King fella lives." Josey said. "Reckon he's got quite the supply, if he needs a hanger for it."