As you open the sliding door, ornate with detailed paintings, the warm scent of jasmine tea washes over you like a tidal wave. The walls are lined with large book shelves, packed full with ancient literature, documents, and forms. Two candles allow a soft light to envelop the room in a somber glow. Facing the door, a large oak desk sits centered between the two candles in the room, a large business chair pressed against it. A slightly smaller chair sits at the end of the large desk, obviously reserved for the divisional Lieutenant with stacks of paperwork scattered lightly near it atop the desk. Over all, the room has a warm, home like feel to it.
[This is a RP thread and is not meant to be used as a bridge for members to give real life concerns to the presiding Captain.]
