When Azabel arrives at Urtho's office for her lunchtime appointment, Urtho isn't there.
One of his hertasi lets her in, apologetic, and then bustles out again, promising to catch him at whatever task made him lose track of time again and remind him to head over.
Urtho's office is even more cluttered than usual. Not one chair is available for sitting on; several hold sprawling, precariously arranged stacks and arrays of notes.
The comfortable armchair by their usual side table just has a beautiful half-hollow pyramid in translucent blue crystal, inlaid with gold and silver wire, about the size of Azabel's head.