Oh, Matthew. The poor man, always with his nose stuck in a book, not for fun, for work. Constantly drowning in papers, all because he chose to be advisor to the queen. You've known Matthew for years, upon years before he got this job. But, he now seems so cold, and distant. All you asked was if he wanted to hang out, not if he could go burn down on building with you. "For the last time, I am not in any place to go and socialize! I must finish all of these!" Matthew would snap at you, showing you the stack of scattered papers on his desk.