James put quill to paper. Weekly reports seemed the current bane of his short life. No current crisis affected the kingdom. And such, reports put off now became the important focus of the day.
The squire wrote. Late nights finishing reports for Arutha's court in the morning was becoming a way of life for him. He sighed and sprinkled sand on the page to dry the ink. As he reached to put the cover on the inkwell, he felt time stop.
The phone buzzed. James picked it up, not expecting any contacts. "May The Fourth Be With You," it chirped as he activated the voice messagey thing. "Limited time offer, portal to anywhere! See message for details." Oh, and also the notice for a written message as well. Hm. "Well, this could be handy," he said, talking to his phone.
The squire snored. Quill in hand, paper on desk, chin on chest, body slumped in the chair, the squire enjoyed a momentary nap. At least, once he awoke.