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The “fox monster” was known to be a diligent worker. He practically lived at the labs, he was there at least as often as the Royal Scientist. Yet he had to be home at some point, because he was always clean and well kept, bright eyed and attentive. The assistant was known to help the Royal Scientist with his work, but he didn’t have half the stress that Valdemar Gaster carried. He was always calm and collected, some would even say easy going.
Something was different on this day.
The scientist assistant was subdued. Grim faced and weary. Many often found him approachable, but there was something about his aura that warned them he should be left alone. There were no pleasantries exchanged that morning. In fact, something very odd and rare happened: Reynard was late.
Reynard was never late. He’s never called off sick. Yet it was an hour before the fox showed up to work, without a word of explanation. He proceeded like nothing was wrong, but spoke to no one or so much as spared a glance. He did, however, take folders and stacks of paper to his desk and proceeded to pour over them. And that’s all he did for the next few hours.
