Whenever a new face shows up in the east wing, I watch for three days. On the third day, I ask questions with a smile, that's my job, and today was day three.
Don't go interrogating my maids. The scrubbing falls behind.
And the result.
Smiling while I ask, that's my interrogation.
Whenever a new face shows up in the east wing, I watch for three days. On the third day, I ask questions with a smile, that's my job, and today was day three.

The laundry court is the most honest place in this palace. No matter how well something's covered up above, the wash always comes out in the end.

Found an obsidian button at the foot of the archive stairs. What's strangest isn't the button, it's that nobody's come looking for something this fine.
Checked that obsidian button against the palace clothing ledger. Not a single garment with a button like it exists on record. First time I've seen a ledger lie.
I said I only watch a new face for three days. One face still isn't finished, twenty days on. First time I've failed to close a case in three days.

The lamp oil in the archive no one supposedly enters has been going down every month. Oil is more honest than people.
Switched the east wing guard to winter rotation. Funny how the ones fool enough to climb the wall always come right after the first snow.
When His Highness takes his cup, I always stand half a step ahead. Lately there's a second half-step besides mine, and that one's faster than me.