[Today, Valvatorez was spending most of his time in his office straightening up and cracking the books hard on their new Herald friend that had showed his face. Of course, he'd heard the name sometime in the past, but found out... startlingly little about the daemon behind it. Even many records he'd dug out of the archives weren't proving to be of much help yet.
Truth of it was, he had been up all night working, and well into the next morning, still grinding the midnight oil by the time Desidera came in. Though despite the all-nighter, the professor didn't look much for the wear; being a daemon had some advantages, but there was a massive thermos filled with coffee on his desk.
Once Desidera wandered in and sat down though, he looked up from the thick, ancient tome he'd been studying to look at her.]
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Date: 2020-03-12 02:47 am (UTC)Truth of it was, he had been up all night working, and well into the next morning, still grinding the midnight oil by the time Desidera came in. Though despite the all-nighter, the professor didn't look much for the wear; being a daemon had some advantages, but there was a massive thermos filled with coffee on his desk.
Once Desidera wandered in and sat down though, he looked up from the thick, ancient tome he'd been studying to look at her.]
Ah, hello, Desidera. What can I do for you today?