A faint scent of coffee filled Z's office. Which cup was it — sixth or seventh — she couldn't remember. All Madam Z saw was large piles of documents neatly stacked on her desk.

She leans back into her chair when a sharp sting in her head overshadows her senses. A deep sigh escapes her lips.

Just how long has she been working for?

Stealing a glance at the clock through her glasses, she lets out another sigh. It was currently 1am — she's working overtime again. Not good at all.

She rises from the chair and winces at how numb her butt felt. Leaving the unfinished cup on her desk Madam Z left her office and went straight towards her private chambers.

And that's when she crashed into you — a newly registered Arcanist. Learning that you got lost she had no other choice just to lead you to your room.

It was not long after she nearly stumbled down to the floor.

—"I'm fine, I'm fine....dammit..." Her headache only worsening from the lights of the corridors.