While Findley brought up his own version of the Dungeon menu to monitor the suspicious group of individuals Frost's sense of foreboding grew stronger. He couldn't focus on the paperwork littered in front of him, a sense of unease and…curiosity festering within.
"Ahhh screw this, business applications and data reports can wait. Yuna send a message to Anya; tell her I need to speak with her urgently." Eventually he couldn't resist clearing his desk of the distasteful sheets of paper that had been plaguing his dreams recently.
