◊Kilk Nagara◊
Kilk returned to his office and looked out the window.
"Hmm, I wonder what will unfold over these next few weeks. So much seems to be going on, there is just never time for a break." He let out a sigh and rested his hands in his pockets.
He sent his gaze to the people roaming the streets and looked to them with almost envious eyes.
"None of us have time to develop our emotions. Everything is in the way. It is pointless, it almost feels like this will never come to an end. I guess this is part of being a Captain." He shook his head and took a breath. He gently kicked his feet around as he shook his bangs out of his face.
He turned and looked to his desk to begin filling out paper work. He began to browse through all of the slips of paper on it.
"Hmm, things seem to be going slow, there isn-" He noticed a scroll on his desk and opened it up. He let his emerald gaze scan through the scroll.
"Meet me in the Warehouse? Who could this be?" He stood up and slid the scroll into his pocket. He walked out of the door and briskly took off towards the Warehouse.