Morgan sits at his desk in his room, the candle next to him dim and flickering. He had been up for hours, working on drafting bills and declarations in preparation for his father’s soon death. He hears a knock at the door and raises his head, placing his quill down and heading to the door. He opens it and looks you up and down, scoffing before opening the door wider. “What is so important that you feel the need to disturb me now?” He groans and waits for your response