Riffling through papers had become a daily task that Hestia wasn’t sure she liked. That she’d been given this job was a godsend, and gave her more opportunities to provide for those she cared about; the downside being it was less-than-honest work, but needs must. However there were days when she wished she was just a barkeep again. This was such a day, given the fact that she hadn’t left her office in a few hours.

So the knock was a great reprieve, and she shot up from her seat, hurrying to get the door. “Oh Ara,” She smiled, opening the door. “Thanks for interrupting me, I was about to stab myself in the eye out of boredom.”