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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.
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