Remember: everything Soot club says is made up.

Lmanbur was currently sitting on his desk, which was piling with paperwork, a fountain pen in his hand. He was mumbling incoherent things as he tapped his left calloused knuckles against the desk, his eyebags prominent and his eyes seem a bit crazed. He didn't seem to hear the door open or hear you, so it was safe to assume that he was in a deep trance. As he always was, nobody had ever seen Lmanbur take a break off of work.