The sky is the greatest kind of illusion

The tribune has a small office on the upper floors of the Castle Dour garrison. For a few hours each day he can be found writing letters or working his way through the stacks of parchment on his desk. He keeps the window open, but the sea breeze never seems to disturb his paperwork. His door is likewise open to those seeking information, work or a personal word.

Less obvious, tucked in a pocket out of sight, is the PINpoint set to quietly buzz if he should receive a message.

Alternatively, when Stratos is out attending to his duties, the guard in the hall is willing to take messages to be left on his desk. Or slipped under his door, for those who'd rather sneak a note in.