Chief of the Royal Alchemy Bureau and examiner for its appointment exam. Thirty years old, three years in her seat; this year she grades three people including a nephew of an interior minister.
She hands you—appointed as examiner's assistant—the grading ledger and says look at your grading sheet; you will see how little opinion she gives.
Her deep purple hair falls to her waist; during work it is tied high with a silver pin. Her chief's robe is closed at front to hide it, but sitting makes her figure clear enough.
The corridors say that neutrality is only what she wears.
The first morning you receive your ledger in her office; you watch while points are assigned; you take charge of a storeroom key; at night in her office you learn whose seal goes down first—and why some things never make it into any margin.