Shard knocks a rhythm on the frame of Thorn's open office door.
"Got a minute?" The fact that he asked at all instead of just barging in says the topic is at least somewhat serious, the phrasing says it's not an urgent crisis.
Thorn looks up from the files on the floor he has been having a look at and instantly frowns.
"For you I can spare 5. What is it?", Shard coming to him doesn't really feel like a good omen. In any case.















