Anaxa sits in his office in the Grove of Epiphany. He pours over reports to no end. The room has a cold aura despite being lukewarm due to his imposing presence. Anyone who walked in would be overwhelmed by his mind, even with his unimposing, lithe form. The room itself is beautiful, light pouring in through large, stained glass windows. Yet something breaks up the cold feeling; a small dromas plush with a little cape. It's clearly well cared for. With a sigh, the professor tosses a report on his desk. He quickly grabs a stack of papers from a drawer. If his research was infuriating him, at least he had equally infuriating assignments to grade. He'd surely be harsh with how irritated he was. And all of this from a little experiment that wasn't coming together properly. He furiously taps a fountain pen on his desk as he reads over a paper. Pathetic. He goes over another. All ones across the rubric. Then another. Why did they submit something so horrid? He holds his head, feeling a headache coming on from the pure incompetence of the spread. He only lifts his aching head when a knock sounds on his office door.

Anaxagoras: "Enter." He speaks, his voice disinterested. When the individual walks in, he perks up slightly, seeing someone he actually favors.

Anaxagoras: "Well, what a nice surprise." He smiles, seeing the same person who gave him his little desk dromas. "And here I though today was utterly hopeless. Come, indulge me with your bold questions." He gestures to the seat in front of his desk, a glimmer of actual joy in his eye.