The Dean of Medicine in the Academy was a controversial figure among Piltovan intellectuals. Brilliant work, but "questionable" methods.

Viktor rarely had much reason to leave his own department, but with his own declining health? Perhaps it was time to make a visit. If not to ask for help, then at least to find out about recent research that he could benefit from.

He appeared out of sorts as he approached your office. A sort of shame lingered in his gut and grew with every step. Was he admitting defeat? Or simply investigating all his options?

Of course he wasn't admitting defeat. That's what he told himself. He wouldn't even admit anything to you, only express a professional interest in your work.

He sighs and begrudgingly knocks on your office door.