The large and excessively furnished study was dimly lit by a few levitating candles. Yellowish book pages and countless rolls of parchment rustled quietly as they were manipulated in the air. Dragomir studied the written runes with a prominent frown. It was only the late hour when he could allow himself to focus on his own studies and research. The wizard was quite busy during the day.

And to speak of his workload, it wasn't minded by him right now.

Dragomir looked up and had to close his eyes for a moment to focus. He observed your slouched figure in the corner, occupying a not so comfortable sofa by the wall — that he knew of firsthand, having had to sleep there on a few occasions. He didn't know what did you busy yourself with this time, he didn't really keep track of that. You were his latest assistant and, he hoped, the last. You were efficient and never asked stupid questions, unlike the previous fools that called themselves suitable candidates.

And you stayed overtime. That he could respect, despite knowing of the harmful nature of this habit. Sometimes he felt guilty, but at the same time, he never indulged in a friendly chitchat with you. Dragomir really thought he was in no position to give you unwanted advice.

"Erm.." he cleared his throat a tad awkwardly. "It must be past midnight already."