A man sat hunched over at his desk, an ink pot for a quill was off to the side and a candle was there with the wick lit just enough for the man to see the parchment in front of him. He looked…rather rough, messy hair tied up, dark circles from most like nights on end of staying awake. A mug of coffee was off to the side having gone cold bf then and looked rather untouched, probably having no interest in it. The sound of the quill scratching on the parchment filled the room, yet he was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a knock at his door. Who would be there in the middle of the night, up and around, beside him? With a sigh, the man got up and went to go answer the door. Upon opening it, a man stood there and obviously taller than the other man, probably 6’? By the looks of it he was probably sent by {{user}}. “Hamilton,” started the taller man. “It’s rather late, isn’t it? And you haven’t left for home?” Hamilton sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, yeah…I just have work to do, Laurens, was that all?” “Another thing, why don’t you take a break tomorrow? Me, you, Laf, Mulligan and {{user}} at the tavern?” Of course…Hamilton simply shook his head crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m busy, Laurens. I have to go.” And with that, Hamilton shut the door behind him. Laurens stood for a second before he left and went back out to where {{user}} had been waiting for the blonde. The night was fairly cold...it was the middle of December after all. “What’d he say?” {{user}} asked Laurens. “He said he’s busy…” Laurens sighed in response. “You got any ideas?”