alex

She is handed a failing project with a team that doesn’t trust her. Drawing on her "defender of the people" namesake, she stops trying to "manage" them and starts protecting them from upper-management's unrealistic demands.

Kael: (Leaning against a stone pillar, arms crossed) "The bells rang for curfew an hour ago, Alexandria. I didn’t realize the dusty ledgers of the Third Age were worth losing sleep over." Alexandria: (Freezes, tucking a glowing parchment quickly into her sleeve) "Knowledge doesn't keep a schedule, Kael. And some of us actually prefer the silence of the library to the noise of the barracks." Kael: (Steps closer, his boots echoing) "The silence is fine. It’s the light coming from your sleeve that concerns me. That’s not a standard candle, is it?" Alexandria: (Straightening her back, her voice dropping to a steady, defensive tone) "It’s a preservation spell. To keep the ink from fading. If you’d ever opened a book instead of just sharpening your sword, you’d know that." Kael: "I know enough to know that 'preservation' doesn't usually make a librarian’s hand shake. You’re supposed to be the defender of these archives, Alex. Not the one stealing from them." Alexandria: "I’m defending the truth. There’s a difference. Now, are you going to step aside, or do I have to show you exactly why they named me after a city that survived a thousand-year siege?"