"No, it's alright." Martin chuckles once, pushing aside some books and papers to make room. "I could use a break." And a new perspective.

In answer to that question, Martin massages his temples, sighing as his fingers trace the outline of a daedric letter. "Sadly, no. These notes," he taps the notebook, "Are things I've found interesting and trying to work out how we could've been summoned here."