[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[The bark comes off very easily. It's kind of spongey, like the tree is dissolving a bit. But, the castle. It's the Old Palace you're familiar with, sort of. As you know it it's been converted to the administration building for the new government, and the main police office occupies one wing. It's where Jupiter and Ariel do the boring part of their job and where you go to do the less hands-on part of yours. But here it looks a lot more like it probably did before the revolution, in all its grandeur. Except it seems a little wooden, like someone's forgotten the details. The front doors are closed, but there's an open servant entrance to the side.]
[... he's not exactly an expert on trees. Are they supposed to do that? He doesn't have a book on trees at hand either. Actually, while he's contemplating where he might find the book on trees he notices that this is, in fact, his work place! ... Sort of?
One trail of thought leading to another, he abandons the tree for now to investigate the somewhat bizarre rendition of a familiar place. As he paces around the building his hands smooth along the walls, curious why it appears to be so changed. Eventually he brings himself to the servant entrance, opening it to enter the building.]
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One trail of thought leading to another, he abandons the tree for now to investigate the somewhat bizarre rendition of a familiar place. As he paces around the building his hands smooth along the walls, curious why it appears to be so changed. Eventually he brings himself to the servant entrance, opening it to enter the building.]
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