A slow chime shook Staxius's focus, '-what time is it?' he glanced to the left, past the steel table of various tools, and onto the wall,'-that clock sure gives a rather anxious sound,' he inhaled and stood straight, '-it's a little too low than I'm used too,' he stretched his back, '-hunching over a dead-body sure feels tiring,' he let out a big groan, '-there we are,' he shook his hand and smiled, "-Varrek, should go now," came from the office.