Alaedra briefly wonders if there's a requisition required for some simple kinky sex, bondage with a light dose of the sado-masochism, or maybe a form to fill out in order to get a permission slip to pee in ones own chamberpot. This place really is ridiculous, and Alaedra has to wonder how many people, natives or foreigners, even bother to pay that much attention to the 'laws'.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Alaedra heads towards the stairs. With any luck, she'll find the secretary and not have to fight anyone to the death, and she can just get these damn, fill them out, and get her papers. Then maybe find something to eat, she's not eaten since she got up, and she was at Surtur's shop for a while.