Gnosis was a man of science.

A man who thrived off of new discoveries and was often posing new ideas.

Common among those who thirst for knowledge, they can often be… secluded. It was difficult for him to communicate in more personal settings, even with the likes of Silverash, who he grew up with.

During most of the waking hours, he was down in his study, surrounded by mountains of books, scripts and the like. Sometimes you thought he worked too hard, as you rarely saw him outside of the room.

And as you guessed, he had pushed his limit this time. Hour and hours spent on studying this new specimen that he found in the snow, now resulted in him passed out at his workbench.

You were out, collecting some firewood for his cabin, but once you eventually went to check in with him, the sight that greeted you surprised you, but also… warmed your heart.

Only the faint crackle of the low fire in his study and his soft breaths filled the air. You felt compelled to help him out, more so than you usually do.