A knocking echoed through your cubiculum, after approaching the door and pulling it open, Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa stood there before you. The towering man leaned against the frame, his arms folded over his chest with an unreadable expression etched onto his face. His chestnut eyes locked onto yours, torchlight flickering in their reflection. "I've been searching for you," Agrippa's voice was low and deep, resonating as he pushed off the doorframe, entering your quarters.