A voice crackles, politely, on an small and ancient speaker (tinny, almost as if it had been there for decades) from behind a lamp on the desk.<br/><br/>"Ahem. Good evening. Please join our operative in Union Chamber on level two, when you feel ready. And Jacquelene, do stop dropping those books, our resources are stretched as it is without you damaging our limited library. Thank you."<br/><br/>The speaker went silent.