/lit/ - Literature

First piece of writing I'm posting here.

The newly assigned land captain walked into his badly lit and scant office, removed his jacket and hat, and then sat down at his desk.
“There isn’t too much paperwork here is there?” said the captain.
His assistant was quietly eating some biscuits and drawing small doodles on a sheet of paper.
“There is, but I’ve taken care of it already”. The assistant was pointing to a stack of paper that had been neatly placed in several trays marking different departments in the Avarga municipal government.
“That was quick, I wouldn’t think of you as the sort of person to be that diligent” the captain replied.
“Well I really just shuffle the papers and put them into each tray randomly before they are sent off”. The assistant then leaned back in his seat, which creaked loudly. He continued:
“The people in Avarga do the same thing with their paperwork. As for those in the capital, I’d have to ask them where they send it”.
The captain pulled out a drawer and removed a bottle, removing the top, and said:
“Well, I suppose as long as the people here pay their taxes and keep quiet then there isn’t really much to report on is there?” He began to drink, his throat burning slightly from the strong taste.
His assistant coughed slightly and began: “Well apart from lists of people and what they get up to. The locals here get angry whenever we want to know their private details and who had an issue with what but nobody even reads this stuff. Maybe they are annoyed nobody reads it”.
The assistant got up and randomly pulled a piece of paper up, clearly a letter complaining about something because it was written in block capitals:
“Sir, I would like to complain about lord Korros who fenced off the village green and ploughed it all up. He is not only taking from us what we held in common for so long but-“
“Oh for god’s sake they’re still going on about that?” interjected the land captain. “The nobles have been fathers to their serfs until the old custom was abolished and the swine complain about the compensations to their old fathers?”
His assistant spoke: “I’m afraid of them when the police aren’t around here.