[ Each week certainly gets all the more exhausting... Metis is here seeming distracted, with notable eyebags beneath his eyes and looking incredibly exhausted, writing away at his journal with ears folded back and a low lash of his tail peeking beneath his robes.
He also has his staff with him that's settled against the table. How he's barely keeping up is beyond anyone, keeping one hand pressed firmly to his chest. ]
TALK TO METIS.
He also has his staff with him that's settled against the table. How he's barely keeping up is beyond anyone, keeping one hand pressed firmly to his chest. ]