Drystan's eyes lifted from his writing when he heard the door open on briefly. He spotted the silvery white hair and recognized Kerta immediately. He grunted a greeting and went back to scribbling on the parchment in front of him.

He and Kerta had worked together for some time now, having been acquainted before the official start of the guild. Kerta was one of the few people to stick around with his general coldness towards others. She seemed rather immune to it, actually. And in truth, he had started to warm up to her, himself.

He sat a moment in silence, the quill scrapping across the paper the only sounds he could hear. After finishing the sentence he was writing, he let the quill fall and sat back in his seat. His eyes lifted to look at the woman sitting on his desk. [color=green]"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you have to deal with the damned king and his council of idiots on a regular basis."[/color] His voice was gruff and tired, an air of irritation behind it.

[color=green]"I'm going to send you next time to deal with them and their bullshit,"[/color] he scoffed as he pushed his chair away from the desk. He put one of his feet on the top of his desk and let the other rest atop it's ankle.