You step into the quiet order of the Administrative Offices, the scent of ink and parchment heavy in the air. Shelves of rolled scrolls line the stone walls, each labeled with a precision that suggests no one dares misplace a single one. The faint scratch of a quill draws your attention to the Office of Works and Wards, where a dragon shifter sits behind a desk of polished oak. His scales glint faintly beneath his skin, the muted tone of stone and ember, likely a Stone Dragon. He looks up as you enter, molten red eyes narrowing just enough to show that interruptions are not often welcomed here.
Warden of Works: What do you want?
Visitor: I am looking for a record of the gargoyles. One of them has forgotten his name, and I am hoping to find it for him.
Warden of Works: Records are not just for anybody, and I am not helping anyone with anything until after my lunch.
Visitor: When will that be?
Warden of Works: Could be an hour. Could be never, if no one brings it.
Visitor: I would rather not wait. Is there something I can do?
Warden of Works: Now that’s an idea I can stomach. Fetch me something edible, and I’ll help you dig out your stone friend’s record.
Visitor: Where can I get you food?
Warden of Works: Go to the Kitchens. Tell the cooks it is for the Warden of Works, and they will know what to do. Bring me whatever they are cooking up.