Agenda

The line moved slowly, but he wasn't really bothered. He was used to waiting this long.

He leaned back slightly in his creaky wooden chair, observing the others around him. Some fidgeted with impatience, while others looked sleepy.

From time to time, he noticed troublemakers causing a commotion, and they were promptly escorted out by the guards.

Overall, he felt that the peace and order in this place weren't too bad—it could have been worse.

Not only that, but the hygiene of everyone around him was surprisingly good. He'd been wondering about it since he arrived.

Even when he met Ava, the beastkin didn't smell like animals at all. They all had a generally neutral scent, nothing overpowering or wild.

What stood out even more was how clean their teeth were—pristine white, as if they'd been meticulously cared for.