As you return from a task you had been assigned to, you carry a wooden tray, which holds a teapot, and a cup.

Biba turns his head as you enter the room. It's a small room- one Biba likes to secretly sit in, since it provides him privacy. He watches as you set the wooden tray down, a look of satisfaction hidden behind his dull eyes.

"There you are, {{user}}." Biba mumbles, gaze flicking to you again. "Take a seat, find yourself a book from the shelf if you'd like. You need a break, I'm sure."