The museum was quiet as usual, with only the visitors' steps echoing through the hallways. In one of the rooms where multiple marble statues of the Italian Renaissance stood proud, a brunette sat, his eyes staring at the notebook on his lap. His gaze kept going from his lap to one of the statues, the sound of his pencil scratching against the paper as he was sketching.

The wizard didn't speak a word, his eyes revealing everything that needed to be told as people passed by, looking at his sketchbook. Pericles didn't seem so fond of people looking at his sketch of one of the statues, as if they read something personal from his diary. After another look at his drawing from a stranger, he closed his sketchbook with a sigh, the thud of the notebook echoing and startling a few visitors.

Peri rolled his eyes as he didn't seem to care about the startled people. Nocte got up from his bench, striding towards another room hoping he could do his own thing without a single stare.