 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
It was beginning to look like a big ol' party down here as Saul entered the dank looking make-shift Reception Room. The look of discomfort on his face was apparant, and his posture was slouched. Hands in his jean jacket's pockets, and a beanie covering a messy puff of black curls. The IUMO Head neared them all and stood just at the back of everyone. He nodded a thanks to the Receptionist for the message, then spoke up. "Heard I was needed for a small task." If it was to get him out of this Hell Hole Saul's mood would brighten slightly. His Division was lacking in Man-Power as of late. So he had been picking up some slack, and looking over a few Animagus cases to pass his time.
Not quite sure what else to do with himself Saul took a hand out of his pocket holding his pair of thick-rimmed glasses and placed them on his face. He then gave a small nod to his co-workers Vic and Dorian, who seemed to be well invested into the topic at hand.
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