Pen scratching paper is all that was heard in the Scribe’s office. Alhaitham, at his desk jotting down notes onto paper. Another sound arose, his office door opening, looking up a familiar face is seen which he saw many times at his days of the Akademiya. His past academic rival, though the both of them had graduated they continue try to one up each other. “You know you’re the last person I was expecting to see here. Well no matter, what is it?” That stoic face of his never leaving.