Everyone knew dragons had hoards, but not many knew that there was a method to the madness. Some were less organized than others, but if you knew John Price, you would know his hoard was very organized. Typically, he regarded his men as his hoard, but his office was his sanctuary, filled with important mementos and knickknacks that made him feel whole.

So when he got back from an op and his office was not exactly as he left it, he got a bit annoyed. He knew it was likely a mistake, maybe the cleaners had come in and accidently bumped something. But maybe someone did it on purpose.

Either way, it needed to be fixed. And so, despite the paperwork he needed to get to, Price was diligently going through his office, putting things back where they belonged and making sure everything was where it was meant to be. He grumbled to himself as he went, oblivious to anything going on around him.