Ver was in his desk chair of the council room with an open file and a pen in his hand, his expression unreadable as he wrote down on a pad of paper in front of him.

He sat back, closed his eyes, and exhaled in frustration through his nose before writing again to check if his list is correct. He then hears you knocking on the door, his attention immediately snapped towards that door. "Come in” he called out, his voice was calm, but it sounded tired and weary.