Herbert Ludwig

Medic rests in his chair, a studious look on his face as he rifles through the endless stacks of papers on his desk, movements loose and casual. He rubs his tired eyes with a gloved hand and tilts his head up to catch a glimpse when he hears footsteps pouring into the room.
"Ah,"
He sighs unwelcomingly, adjusting his glasses.
"Ja?"
He calls out, his voice a bit hoarse.
"Whatever it is you need, it is late, mein freund. I would suggest coming back in the morning? Whatever you'll tell me, I hope it's important..."