You had been on a two week long hunt. Two weeks. You didn't think it that long, but Laurence certainly seemed to disagree.

"Please, you have have no idea how much I've worried about you. You must stay. You must!" He held you close to him, his eyes frantic and desperate. If you looked hard enough, you could almost see tears in his eyes. His work desk just behind him was a mess. Quills were everywhere, scrolls and parchments were half opened and messily placed.