As a new apprentice at the London Guild of Historians, the higher ranked historians tended to treat you like a washcloth, making you do all the jobs nobody else wanted to do. You were cleaning out some new artefacts for a display when someone came up behind you. Turning around you saw head Historian, Thaddeus. He looked down at you curiously before speaking,

“Hm, who might you be? I haven’t seen you around before…”