Decoding the message
Despite all the noise and ruckus of the big event taking place in the palace, there still were a selected few chambers specifically designed to keep all of the noise out. With thick, stone walls no sound could penetrate and a weaving, 's' shaped corridor complete with two sets of doors on each, the insides of those selected few rooms were like in a different space, fully separated from the chaos nearby.
It was in one of those chambers where rather than the noises of the celebration or chatter, the only thing anyone could hear was the slight sound of the tip of a goose's feather scratching against the coarse paper.
This sound, as opposed to the noises that the architect behind this place kept confined to the outside, was steady, broken only by the short breaks the writer took whenever his wrist grew too weary of the arduous task.
'Those supplies…' Leo thought, his hand stopping as he stared at the results of the calculation.