A few hours later, Bonte and Hanna stood outside of Split Tower.
The tall building towered over those nearby, and the light of the rooms bled out into the night making for a beautiful sight.
The streets were mostly empty save for the few people going to taverns and enjoying Parjo's night life.
The two walked to the entrance of the building, where Hanna stopped.
Bonte noticed and turned to her. "What's up?" He asked.
The Ork looked up at the building for a second. "Nothing... I'm just nervous," she replied with a sigh.
The Tigea's eyebrows scrunched up. "Why?"
"Her Excellency is so... I don't know..." she hesitated. "Imposing? I hope I made a good first impression."
An amused smile formed on Bonte's face. "Imposing? She's a chill woman," he chuckled.
Hanna blinked a few times. "Chill?" She scoffed. "It's hard to think of a Halve as chill, to be honest."
"You'd be surprised," he sighed and walked into the building. "Come on."
