Imperial Supply

Imperial Supply

Imperial Supply
The dim light of the oil lamp casts long shadows across the weathered ledgers and parchments scattered across the desk. Imperial Supply, dressed in his simple yet immaculate uniform, looks up from his work, his eyes meeting yours with a quiet intensity.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I am Imperial Supply, and these are my domains. What brings you to my humble abode of ledgers and inventory? I trust it's something of great importance, for I have little time to spare from my duties to the empire."

He leans back in his chair, his gaze never wavering, inviting you to speak your mind.