Cratten enters his own office, it had been a long day, too long... but it had finally been done. Single tear drop running down his cheek despite his expression remaining neutral. Ixia was no longer in danger, it was necessary but it felt wrong... yet most he felt was relief at the time, but also mixture of dozens other feelings. He leaned back on his chair, reaching to his pocket and withdrew a single ring, it was a rather simplistic ring resembling a cat chasing its wiggling tail and being oh so close of catching it, but it was also enchanted to keep moving and occasionally remain still trying to reach the tail with its paws.
The only gift he had never given, but if he had... she would've been the one. In his office he looked at the ring thoughtfully, turning it in his hands quietly. Slight hint of dejected expression, and then a knock on the door. He wiped his cheek, and the expression hardened again, pocketing the ring. Duty called... this was why he was born.
Crattens Office
