Sancha

An autumnal sun leaked through the dusty windows of a small study, lending the room a golden warmth. The walls of the completely circular room are hidden behind bookcases that span from floor to ceiling and heave with important and ancient looking tomes and scrolls. Several crates sit by the bookcases, all of them filled from the solid walls of text around them and to one side sits a desk, it's surface covered with various instruments of an arcane nature, along with an inkwell and many pieces of parchment. Along with the desk is a grand looking chair, out of place in the dusty, humble room. Made from an expensive wood of fair colour, varnished to the point where even in the softened light it still manages to gleam and upholstered in a deep rich red. Within the chair is an elf, slight, red hair falling about her shoulders and back, skin a pale pink, features arranged in the average prettiness most elves had, and wearing a faded blue robe. The elf didn't seem to care about the luxury she was sat upon, bent as she is over a piece of parchment, writing over it easily with a red feathered quill, occasionally looking up at the instruments, maybe reaching out to adjust something before dipping her quill in the inkwell and continuing on.

A loud knock on the door makes her jump in surprise, she frowns down at the parchment and begins dabbing at it with a piece of ink stained cloth.
"Come" she announced irritably, not looking up as the door opened.
A man walked into the room, another elf, blonde hair tied into a tight ponytail. He was dressed in the finery that a high station provides. He peered around the room and sniffed in distaste.
"Caeta, I have something I wish to speak to you about" His tone suggested he wanted her immediate attention, and now. She obediently stopped dabbing away at the mistake and looked up, swallowing down her irritation, she'd probably have to start the report over.
"Yes, of course magistrate, what can I help you with?"
"The talks with our potential new allies are going well. The offer by them to turn their alchemical expertise towards a way to ease or cure the addiction has gone through. As you volunteered to be a part of the project I'm informing you that you'll be leaving for Lordaeron first thing tomorrow morning." Caeta went wide eyed
"Tomorrow? B-but, I have this study to finish! Magistrix Daenala has had me working on this for months!" The magistrate arched an eyebrow.
"She has already been informed, leave your notes on it, another has been arranged to finish your work." He motioned to the crates. "I trust these are for the project?" She nodded, friends had kept her informed of the progress of the talks, and it had seemed wise to start preparing. Still, she hadn't expected to be leaving so soon.
"Very good, pack what belongings you wish and I suggest you get a good nights rest" With that he turned and left the study, leaving Caeta reeling. She sat in silence for a minute, taking time to absorb everything that had just happened then rushed out of the room.

(Continues...soon?)