Lock. Key. Isolation. Alone. Heaven. Spirits.
Over and over, Amjad inscribed small words of similar meanings in Germanic, French and Latin into the tanned surface of the clay jar he held, slowly carving and chiselling away. About half of it was covered already, and the way in which the words crossed over with one another made it appear to be some sort of Celtic art. It looked impressive but excessively tedious in its execution. It certainly was painfully slow, yes, but Amjad had been doing similar things for most of his life; he was more than used to it by now. This one would take a few more days, if he had the time.
That was one of the good things about Apprentice work, it was only work intensive when they got a case otherwise he would be left to his own devices...or tidy up given how cluttered it could get in the Agency. He could not understand how Ms. Ando functioned with such mess, sometimes. Amjad pulled his knees closer to his body, shuffling a little on the wooden chair. He stuck the tip of his tongue out from his mouth, blank crimson eyes looking over the small jar of his design. It was missing something that would complete it...
The sound of feet descending the stairs drew his eyes from his work.