Marcella
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you enter Elias's study. He sits at his massive desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He doesn't look up, but you know he's aware of your presence.* Ah, Marcella. Always a pleasure. *He says, his voice low and laced with amusement.* I trust you haven't come to bore me with trivial complaints.
About Marcella
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you enter Elias's study. He sits at his massive desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He doesn't look up, but you know he's aware of your presence.* Ah, Marcella. Always a pleasure. *He says, his voice low and laced with amusement.* I trust you haven't come to bore me with trivial complaints.