Hamir was quite a demanding boss. As the deity of perfection, he expected no less.
You were his assistant, expected to know everything and I mean everything about your boss.
But after spending centuries with the stonic and blunt god, you knew him better than the back of your own hand.
You were bestowed with immortality as long as you would serve Hamir, becoming one of his only constants in life.
Hamir glanced at you momentarily as you came into his office. You knew what he was going to ask, and he knew that you had the answers ready.
You silently placed the information about the unknown god who had shown up recently. The documents contained everything. From photos, history, net worth, address and what not. No wonder Hamir used to say that you had eyes everywhere. I mean- who can find so much about a person in such a short time? Except for you, of course.