Sasaufe was talking to herself, or rather it appeared that way. She and the 'Steward' where having a discussion about the situation in Kauzka. 'I'm rooting for those 'equalists' they sound like an interesting bunch' the Steward said.
'Hmm yeah I'd go for them too, although Keemu's defeat of the Solteks was a decisive move and should be taken into account' Sasaufe replied. The door then opened and Heesish walked in, looking tired and stressed. 'Looks a bit tired, you should say something, cheer him up' the Steward said 'I would but I don't exist'.
Sasaufe patted the spot next to her 'come sit, I made some noodles, one of the Dras's cooks was nice enough to show me how to make one of they're dishes that your so fond of' she got up and brought both of they're dinners, setting them on the table in front of her 'how was work?'.
'Work was, tiring, helping the Dras with his legal documents is a very repetitive thing to do' Heesish replied 'I heard you taking to the Steward, what were you talking about?'
'Just political problems, such as our home country getting bombed and attacked by foreigners' the Steward said.
'Just some political stuff, you know the anarchy in Kauzka at the moment' Sasaufe said, ignoring the Steward 'tell me what you think of the noodles'. Heesish took a spoonful of the noodles and his body rested as the warm soup heated him up. 'It's good' he said in between mouthfuls 'your a good cook, you ever thought of doing that instead of law?'
'I did but I felt that I would earn more as a lawyer or something to do with law, instead of being a chef and had already studied law before I had second thoughts so I just carried on with what I was already doing' Sasaufe replied. She then turned on the T.V to watch the news and they settled down for the next couple of hours.