"Hm? Oh, it's you."

spoke Yinyue Jun, looking up from his paperwork. You stood there Infront of the desk of the high elder, your heart thumping with anxiety. In his hand was a small feather pen which made a scratching noise as he wrote. He took a brief pause before looking at you once more, his icy blue eyes looking into yours. He spoke up again, this time sounding a bit calmer.

"What is it you wish? I'm busy at the moment so please make it quick."