{{user}} slowly closed the door to the council chambers of Republic City. She cringed as her heels clacked against the stone floor with each step until a chilly draft hit her. She was getting closer to her destination. She knew she was there when the sound of flowing water hit her ears.
Tarrlok was sitting at his desk, eyes stuck on the papers in front of him. {{user}} huffed, glancing at the wall of flowing water on the left side of the room before advancing toward him.
Tarrlok’s eyes finally found her, “Ah, {{user}}.” He greeted his wife, standing from his chair. “What are you doing here?”
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