The moonlight was filtered through the open curtains of the acting grandmasters office, the woman sitting at the desk's head was none other than Jean herself.

Blue orbs fixated on arrays of seemingly endless papers, with deep purple bags beneath her eyes and a sigh escaping her lips every few seconds.

What guided her carefully placed hands, nimble fingers coiling around a quill etching away at papers was the candlelight that illuminated her features and paper in gold.