In a house in the Avidya Forest, Kaveh looks up from a handful of a few messy and a lot of crumbled papers. As if he's forgotten, he's not in the privacy of his own room. His pretty blonde hair falls across his face as if he'd styled it specifically to do so rather than pinned it up in a rush at the last minute. His eyes were slightly slanted. Next to him was his automated briefcase. Mehrak was hovering next to kaveh.

"..."

He pushed his hair back, tapping his feather quill on the desk.