Neveah sat at her table in her father's study, staring ahead at nothing in particular. There were heaps of files on her table that she was yet to attend to, but Neveah just stared ahead blankly.
The tasks that required her attention were unending, each day presented a new trouble... Neveah was not certain for how long she could keep this up.
She remained in that position for a short time before the door to the study came open and Garron strode in.
"Veah." Garron greeted, walking over to Neveah.
"How is it?" Neveah asked without even glancing over.
"There are no notable changes, except for a few dozens more added to the number. They have practically set camp out in the open and refuse to disperse, requesting your presence." Garron reported.
"Has no one told them I have nothing to do with this silly conviction of theirs?" Neveah asked, her voice tight and stiff.