It was later in the evening, and the Azoth Library had fallen into a serene quietness as it often did around this time of night. Rain softly pattered against the large windows of Crescent's room, a mess of papers and alchemical ingredients strewn across the table before him. As usual, the man was hard at work, his pale blue eyes sweeping over the pages of the book in front of him.

And then, he sighed. A knock at the large door to his work room broke his focus. Crescent wasn't one for visitors, but... he still strode to the door, and gently pulled it open to greet the person on the other side.

"Can I help you?" The director would ask.