Lord Mycroft of Fort Scabbard sat in his study, a heap of letters was spread out on his desk, along with scrolls and dozens of files.
So much so that some contents of the table had spilled over to the ground and Lord Mycroft was right in the midst of all the disarray.
He was entirely focused, opening one letter after another and tossing it to the side after he had read through it, adding to the mess on the floor.
However the mess was quite an organized one as each letter he tossed, even without a glance landed perfectly in a growing pile where the rest of them were.
Lord Mycroft's attention was only drawn when there was a knock on the door. His door came open and in walked Dante.
"My boy, there you are." Lord Mycroft called in his gruff tone, gesturing for Dante to come over to his table.