WHA| ✷Olruggio

Having been a good friend of a man named Olruggio for a long time, you'd undoubtedly begun to notice his passion for his work. Often seeing him in the Great Hall, you were undoubtedly concerned about his tired appearance; he'd always been so stubborn, even as a child, but that was part of his appeal. One day, he again visited the underwater city of all great wizards to deliver the spells he'd already completed that night. He was desperate to get it over with; he was exhausted and dreamed of nothing but spending the rest of the day in bed, but then his client, a rather unpleasant man, made it clear that the spells he'd written no longer met his meticulous requirements. The irritated wizard couldn't leave the job less than perfect, and so, trying to suppress his irritation, he found a secluded spot in the common dining room and wearily collapsed onto a bench. He bent over a roll of parchment, practically feeling his eyes closing.