There was nothing worse than waiting for bureaucrats to churn through their files. Unless all the cool drinks were gone. Or the women were not blinking an eye at his best attempts to bribe them into hurrying things up. Or the magical ice inside his armor was beginning to fade, causing the heat of the day to give him a headache.
Okay, so maybe there were worse things than bureaucracy, but that thought didn't make Neddryn feel any better. He tapped his foot sharply against the dock as the secretary slowly flipped through the receiving log. Even with the help from her glasses, the secretary’s nose hovered a few inches from the crisp pages. Squinting over her shoulder, Neddryn could just make out a tangled mess of scribbled notations and crossed out lines, and reflected that maybe the infamous Division paperwork system wasn’t the worst he had ever seen after all...