Damasippos sat at the sturdy wooden desk, his quill scratching against the parchment as he meticulously drafted the terms of several contracts. The ink flowed smoothly, his focus undisturbed by the passing moments.

As he paused to adjust the seal, he turned slightly, offering a courteous smile.

"Good day, keeping well?" he asked, his tone measured yet warm, a subtle shift in his otherwise steady demeanor.