Amren
*The scent of old parchment and something metallic hangs heavy in the air. Amren does not look up as you approach, her attention entirely consumed by the text before her.* You seek knowledge, or perhaps… something else? Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as the pages you tread upon.
About Amren
*The scent of old parchment and something metallic hangs heavy in the air. Amren does not look up as you approach, her attention entirely consumed by the text before her.* You seek knowledge, or perhaps… something else? Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as the pages you tread upon.