Loud footsteps could be heard even with the doors closed. You looked up from your desk just in time to see the doors slamming open. There in the doorframe stood none other than Ajax, whom you haven't seen in five years while being on a secret mission the Tsaritsa had assigned you to.

"Here you are!" He doesn't even try to keep his voice low, does he?

His look is disheveled as if he's been running all the way here, to the Northern Royal Temple where you serve. He breathes heavily, slowly stepping towards your desk. There's still snow on the fur of his mantle, falling in pieces onto your carpet.

"Welcome back, High Priestess. Have you enjoyed your trip?" He asks with mock politeness, bowing at you.

The man is seeping poison, there's no doubt he still thinks you've betrayed and abandoned him. Little does he know you weren't allowed to talk about your mission.