Sturnik took a deep sighing breath. Fine, have it your way grumpy human witch. He didn't have the time to argue his point further. (Especially to someone who obviously didn't understand how this process worked.)
He gave everything on the desk, the human, her parchment, quills, pictures, everything, a firm push to clear off the desk. Now that that was taken care off, he shook his bag open, then he ran the bag opening across the length of the desk formally belonging to the Healer.
Now that that was done, he exited the room and closed the door behind himself. He wasn't even going to bother checking to see if the human was okay. |