The door slowly creaked open . . . it hadn't even been shut properly. There at his desk, Master was reading a thick tome, many notes and other writings laying around him. The floor was littered with loose scrolls and papers, and the broad-shouldered man was absorbed in his work. When he did look up, his dark eyes were full of surprise.
"Nina," he said, his deep voice sounding startled. "What brings you to my office?"