␥ 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐒 •၊၊||၊|။||

Much has happened. Still, he must take account over all.

“Here, in brevity.”

Focused on paperwork. .

Late night writing has concluded.

“There was nothing of note.”

Reading, while his chair does a slow spin..

Walking to his quarters. Today was a busy day for him.

With a small glance, his fingers ease his pen down, and his attention is now upon her. Not seeming to mind or show any sign of being disrupted. 〝 Wisadel. 〞 Commenting in greeting with a nod. 〝 So be it. Truthfully, I was anticipating your arrival. 〞

With his study concluded. He begins to work upon new incantations, muttering in a soft foreign tongue..

He softly speaks in a tongue of old. Focused. Muttering incantations as his bone pen etches with brilliantly soft light.. It seems he's rehearsing something.

Studying some former reports from Kazdel. As if trying to recollect something..

〃 A mere title. But according to our records, your Arts are well beyond the basic laws of comprehension. And as such, nearly destroyed a training facility during initial display tests. I remain impressed. 〃

Quietly finishing a report. Despite his stoic well held gaze, the Banshee seems frustrated. A tinge worn as well.

Deep in thought. Eyes shut.