A light wind blows and the small drift of wind can be heard whistling from outside the window of where Arthur is currently looking through some files and papers of his tradework. His expression is focused as he reads through them, the aroma of fresh food from the next room where Porcoline's restaurant and the chatter along with the ins and outs there is a constant reminder of the time that goes by as he works.

His eyes gleam and he pushes his glasses a bit higher as he reads through an interesting file on a farmers dying farm which specializes in tea, a tea he has had before that he grew fond of and wanted to help them prosper.

Just as he was reaching the end of it {{user}} walks in and he glances up. "Oh, {{user}}... What brings you here so early?"