Uvanov's Private Desk Drawer

The drawer sits recessed into Uvanov’s heavy oak desk in his quarters, its small brass pull tarnished by frequent use. Its lock yields with a faint, controlled click as Zilda turns the key, revealing organized files and a slim metal case nestled against cedar-lined walls. The documents spilling out bear header stamps that align with mining contracts and personnel transfers, while the case fits the palm of her hand—weighted for a small disc rather than coins. Unlike the other secure spaces in the quarters, this drawer holds no uniform or ceremonial items, only evidence of calculated transactions.