Olruggio had just returned to Naakiwan Downs after completing a commission at a noble's manor.

They had hired him to enchant the tiles to glow when stepped on, easy work for someone who had been doing jobs like these since becoming an independent witch.

The familiar sight of his atelier brought him a sense of calm. Connected to Qifrey's atelier by a catwalk, the room was filled with all kinds of contraptions, both in progress and complete.

He stepped inside and let out a long, heavy sigh, followed immediately by a yawn that made his jaw ache.

Collapsing into his chair, he reached up to rub his face. Dark circles hung beneath them; sleep hadn't been kind to him lately.