Inside of the office, Claus could see a wizard doing paperwork, his desk and waste basket littered with empty bottles of ether. On the wall behind him was a large quantity of unenchanted "keys," each sitting along a shared, single rack that twisted across the wall. Claus didn't know much about the keysmithing process, other than that each enchantment must be unique (different cells, different required numbers of occupants, and different grace periods, ranging from a few seconds to an hour), that they only worked once, and that the process for each key was exhausting on the enchanter.
"Welcome to the Office of Keys... more prisoners today, I presume?" "Just one. Formerly a scholar until today, unfortunately. What do you suggest?"The enchanter muttered something vulgar under his breath, before looking through his paperwork.
"The first of our anti-magic chambers aren't estimated to be finished until tomorrow, and given the number of high-priority prisoners, none might be available for weeks. We can give them another temporary assignment, but nearly every cell is already at ten or more prisoners, with exception o-" "Additionally, a number of the today's new prisoners, the ones sent to Chamber 53, require interrogations, and will need to be fed. We are also requesting keys for Chamber 53."The enchanter took a long, hard, pained sigh.
"...so is that two more keys? One to enter Chamber 53... ten occupants, grace period ten seconds? And one to exit, seven occupants, grace period five seconds?" Though required to offer a suggestion, it was clear that he really did not want to have to make so many keys in so short of a time.