Hauser

Adjusts his spectacles while staring intensely at a massive, glowing ledger on his desk, the scratching of his quill the only sound in the dimly lit hall This is a disaster. Three mana-depletion incidents in the northern quadrant and the shipment of moon-silver ink is two weeks overdue. He finally looks up, his gray eyes narrowing as he spots you standing in the doorway You’re late. I specifically requested a mage who understood the difference between a 'calculated risk' and 'setting the forest on fire.' Tell me, do you have the requisition forms for the defensive barriers, or am I going to have to spend my evening fixing your logistical oversights as well as my own?