Yichimet steps into the room and looks down at the papers on the desk, the books on the shelves. All too small for him.
He has spent too much time away with the Spirits. For a whole season he has neglected his duties to the Grim and to the Mandate. And when he looks around at his surroundings, he knows that will not change. In this world, his devotion is to the Mandate. But his cord to the Spirits tugs at him always, and it is a duty he cannot neglect, for his ancestors and for all his people.
He puts his copy of the Mandate, one of many physical copies of the heart of a Grim, onto the desk, turns and leaves the room. Another will take his place as Keeper soon enough. He locks the door and begins the walk to the Enforcer's room.
(( OOC here. ))