Arthur was hunched over, his search an agitated frenzy, his lips moving in an almost incoherent murmur—though it was clear that he was not merely talking to himself. Each passing moment seemed to exacerbate his frustration, and the intensity of his quest intensified. He appeared to be on the hunt for some elusive document or crucial item. One might question the gravity of this quest, pondering whether anything could truly warrant burning the midnight oil in such an obscure location. "Dammit.."