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Leonardo’s gaze was fixated on the scroll before him, scanning over the tasks he had yet to complete. Inventory and patrols-- there was still much for him to accomplish and the day was nearly halfway done.
He was aware of a presence as it neared him, yet he did little to acknowledge it-- his eyes remained on the paper he held and his head didn’t turn in the slightest. Instead, he simply blinked and spoke to the one behind him, his voice carrying a low, uninterested tone.
“Is there something I can help you with?”













