[centre]Yamakage's Office[/centre]

"Exae?" came the dry reply from the receptionist, who was still not amused at the entire situation.

"I suppose you had better go on through, then."

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Akaritori's office was reminiscent of the Grand Citadel of Exae, the seat of the Judge-Magisters, and of the home of Justice in Exae that was - anybody who had ever been to Exae before would remember it vividly. The tower was forged of light given form, and shaped into an immense sword that pierced the very heavens above. The tower was so large that even from any point in Exae, the tip could not be seen, and it was the subject of many of the country's idioms and turns of phrases. The office could have been considered extravagant by another country's standards, but Yamagakure did not want for gold and other riches due to its vast mountain ranges, so extravagance was not an issue. 

The walls were coated with a thin layer of solid, lustrous gold, and liquid light spilled forth from fonts in the walls, leading down a long corridor to Akaritori's desk, forged from the ancient Exaean technique used to give light a solid form - the only known example in the world that was left. The room had a certain ambience that felt almost like being watched from all sides, and immediately upon entry the stern gaze of the Yamakage, behind her goggles, bored into your skull. It was harrowing enough to humble even the most proud of men, and some did not even make it halfway down the corridor before turning around and fleeing. An audience with Akaritori was easy to get, but she had no patience for those that could not reach her desk before crumbling under the weight of the pressure. It seemed doubtful that Allia would make it without some outside help - but stranger things had happened in that office.

Akaritori herself was reading over the latest missive from Takumi, projecting greater profits due to a beneficial trade of the iron that they had most recently mined. Her body language suggested a relaxed, confident, but still wary - obviously she was a veteran of war - demeanour. It projected a sense of constant vigilance, but one that was so ingrained into her system that she no longer needed effort to remain vigilant, a trait worthy of the Kage title. She would keep watch of Allia if she chose to walk through the doors, but she would not speak. Not until she reached the desk.