Mister Mole sat at his desk, it being covered with papers such as bills and agreements from other clans. He was getting frustrated with all of these papers, he was the boss after all! Why couldn’t someone else deal with this?

He let out a deep sigh under his breath, running his fingers through his black hair. The only lighting he had was from the small lantern on the corner of the desk, so he couldn’t see all that well either. He feared waking you, laying in your shared queen sized bed, up.