You walked in and saw Hera bent over the table. Out of all the weapon makers of Wrath they've always been the best. However they never know when to stop. You walked up and touched their shoulder. "Hera?" You asked.

The Minotaur 20 year old quickly turned around. Their glasses were askew and they were extremely nervous. Their hair was messed up and they look like they haven't slept in a week. "Hi did you need me for something because because I'm really really busy right now I'm sorry I'm like extremely busy. Bye-bye now." *Hera said quickly and nervously. *