"Excuse me, sir; there is someone here to see you?" The voice jolted Drauis from his work. He glanced up and took in the servant standing at the doorway. It was procedure to knock, even though the door was open, had he knocked? Dris had no idea; he had been to intently working so he would be free in the evening. Drauis cocked his head. He had no appointments, who could be asking to see him? Right after the thought he almost kicked himself for being an idiot. He was the regent for god sakes; everyone wanted to see him about their problems.
He sighed inwardly. There was much to fix, much to help with, since the King had . . . disappeared. All the work he had to do. Drauis did all the work he was supposed to, even a little more, and yet, he was still falling behind, the work piling up. That could only mean that there was much more in trouble then before. Dris must have looked like he just returned to his work because the servant spoke up once again.
"Sir?"
Drauis looked up again and sighed. "I heard you the first time, you may go." The servant scurried away and Dris stared at his hands for a moment before he stood. He might as well get it over with. Every time he met with someone that wanted to see him, they always seemed to get crazier and crazier. He headed out the door and did not glance back. All that was behind him was more work. At least now he got to stretch his legs. It was quite a distance from his office to the waiting room, but he arrived there swiftly to see probably the most dirtied up woman he had ever seen in his life. She was staring right at him, a look of paranoia in her eyes.
"Good Morning," Drauis said, his eyes flickered over the dirty figure in front of him. "I am the regent, what can I do for you?" he paused. "Actually, I have heard that you decline to take any hospitality from us until you saw me . . . now that I am here and you have seen me, how about you go ahead and take a bath and we will provide you with a clean set of clothes?" he raised an eyebrow. "Or is that unsatisfactory to you?"