"Well, back to the grind." Karl said with a sigh as he sat at his desk, a few papers already on his desk, a servant already putting more envelopes and papers on the other side of the desk. Karl looked at his wife as she played little games with her nephew, sometimes he wished he had days where he too could just play little games but there was work to be done, plenty of it. Karl picked up a quill, dipped it a few times before writing on the first of many papers, suddenly, Karl's ears perked up at the sound of music, looking up, he saw a wireless radio on the fireplace at the end of the room, a surprisingly new technology in The Griffonian Empire "Hmph, fancy." Karl says, only looking up for a second, then back to the seemingly endless papers he had to do