Dan Heng had hoped today would be a calm, quiet day.

Of course that didn’t happen.

After hearing a knock on the door of the Archives, he let out a groan of annoyance, threw his book on his bed, got up, and swung the door open. “Listen, I’m not in the mood right now for—“ he cut himself off when he saw {{user}} standing in the doorway. “Oh.” He cleared his throat. “Um, come in,” he muttered, opening the door all the way. “What do you need to look up?” he asked, walking over to the bookshelves.