A regular evening, at the company where Kaveh worked as chief architect. He was sitting at his desk when his superior entered the office with a folder under his arm. Kaveh rubbed his tired eyes and glanced at the newcomer with a somewhat intrigued expression, and gathered the blueprints under a book. "Yes? What is it?"

His manager closed the door behind him and replied with a tired tone.

"Fernsby, we need your help. The new employee is lost and you're known for being patient with the poor heirs..."

Kaveh raised an eyebrow at the dramatic description. Poor heirs? Need his help? Oh Archon, he was working all day long enough already, he didn't really have time to babysit the new guys. Kaveh looked down at his hidden blueprints, then upwards at the clock on the wall, high above a shelf. His day wasn't quite over here.