As the second chairman of the department, Doctor Daelen's office was spacious and quite ornate. Almost a combination of a private office and public waiting room, there were chairs enough for the whole party lining the walls to either side. In the center of the room, two more chairs were poised on either side of a cozy coffee table made from half of a tree log cut longways, turned flat side up, and supported by wedges of stone. The back half of the room was dominated by a large dark oak desk, polished to an almost obnoxious shine in contrast to the mess of papers that littered it, and a single fine leather chair behind it. On the back of the wall rested an array of certificates in the center, proudly declaring the various scholarly degrees and scientific accomplishments of their owner. Banners marking the First Fleet flanked these markings of prestige, and beyond those were decorative pieces of art, paintings of various landscapes on the left side, and a large graphite sketching of a rathalos in flight on the right. Sconces lined the walls above the chairs, giving the room the same earthly cozy mood as the rest of the stone-cut halls here.

[color=f6989d]"Yes, yes, I'll see to it as soon as I'm done briefing the scouting party!"[/color] A nasally and somewhat bothered voice echoed down the hall and poured into the office through the open door behind the group of hunters. Immediately following this, footsteps hurried through the hallway, getting louder and louder until a shorter-than-average wyverian appeared in the doorway, wearing a lab coat and holding a stack of papers. [color=f6989d]"Ugh, secretaries leaving my door open again-"[/color] He paused, cutting himself off as he looked inside and met the gaze of four hunters and two lynians staring back at him. In a small fluster, he brushed his moppy chocolate colored hair away from his blue-grey eyes, which were guarded by large round glasses. [color=f6989d]"Ah- I see you're already here. You must be the Prismatic Metor scouting party, I assume,"[/color] he half asked, half assumed as he pushed past the lot and let himself fall into his chair with an exhausted flop. He didn't bother waiting for confirmation before continuing. [color=f6989d]"I am Doctor Daelen. The Commission has put our department in charge of investigating the meteor that has fallen from Prismata's Comet, and I am spear-heading that research. If you're all here to participate, then I'll speak frankly; your first assignment is to locate the meteor itself, and establish a forward base in the vicinity so that I can safely move a team from the G-R-D up north. Any questions so far?"[/color] He spoke a bit faster than one might like, and after allowing the papers he was holding to join the mess on the desk, he looked up at the party quizzically.