Limthir

"Master Nolomir? Here are your letters for today." Limthir walked into the office, carrying a stack of quite a few sealed letters, feet padding across the floor with earnest haste. His olive-green robes made agitated little swishing noises as he entered the room and set the letters on a grandly carved oak desk in the corner.

There was a small rustling noise by the door, and a mouse-like squeak. Uilossiel looked up from her work distractedly, pen stilling in her hand. Limthir stood in the doorway, chestnut hair hopelessly tousled. She smiled indulgently at the apprentice scholar, gesturing for him to enter.

“Er… you have a letter, hiril Uilossiel.” He awkwardly put his hand forwards, handing over a letter with an ornate seal of golden wax, stamped with a crest of niphredil blossoms and mallorn leaves. Her eyes widened.