It had been a busy night, and an amply as demanding a morning. Research had to be concluded. Preparations for and around the renovations of Citadel continued like ant work, ceaselessly, likewise soldiers trained in the former arena dusk and day, formations and formalities followed, time-honored introductions made, windows fixed, schedules set, watches ordered, papers signed, inquiries, prisoners, guards…Mem had not slept, and still had neither the time nor inclination to…And all for what? The pretty giant mockingly laughed to herself. The political intentions a juvenile human wizard, Magi Khyber Mercane, had placed her inside a noose of accountability. The honorary positions of The Companionship were obviously for Khyber’s convince, a way to keep the group under control. Mem saw how running The Citadel was going to tax her physically and financially.
And Giants, as we all know, do not like taxes.