Pans clanked against each other with every movement.

Qifrey stood in the kitchen area of his atelier, organizing stuff. But it was late at night and he was trying to be as quiet as possible.

He heard you come out of one of his apprentices rooms and turned to look at you.

“Sounded rough.”

Qifrey spoke in a sooth, and low voice as he lightly grinned at the corner of his mouth.