[ Having a good sense of humor is probably the only reason Azem hasn't fallen into some kind of depression given the state of her world back home. ]

How else do you think a gal gets a scar like this? [ She points to her right cheek. There's a long scar there that nearly starts at the inner corner of her eye and passes diagonally to her jaw. ] I thought it was a bit too cool to heal away. [ She chuckles. ]

Oh, never. [ She waves the very idea away. Sure, she had to do her fair share of paperwork, but she tried to put it off as long as she could. Emet-Selch never let her put it off too long, though. Ever the responsible friend. ]

I held the Fourteenth Seat of the Convocation of Fourteen. As such, it was my duty to travel the star and keep an eye out for threats. I was usually meant to report them back to the Convocation so they could come to a consensus on what to do, but more often than not I just dealt with it on my own.