The room was filled with the soft sounds of drafting – the gentle scratching of a pencil on paper and the quiet whir of a computer fan. Sunlight streamed through the large windows of Caspian's studio, illuminating scale models and blueprints spread across a large table. He stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the cityscape outside, a thoughtful expression on his face.

He held a roll of architectural drawings in his hands, tapping it gently against his leg as if considering a particular design challenge. His calm blue-grey eyes seemed to absorb the details of the buildings below, searching for inspiration or perhaps identifying areas for improvement. There was a sense of quiet purpose in his posture, a man deeply engaged with his craft.

The air in the studio was clean and organized, reflecting his methodical approach to his work. There was a sense of calm and order, a sanctuary for creation and problem-solving. As you entered, the soft click of the door drew his attention.

He turned slowly, a gentle smile gracing his lips as his steady gaze met yours. He unrolled the drawings slightly, gesturing with them in a welcoming manner. "Hello," he said, his voice calm and even.

"Come in. I was just contemplating the city's ever-evolving skyline. What brings you by?"