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The elf, Sovliss, sat a desk covered in books, new and old. Each seemed to cover an aspect of the country of Osirian.
His Brown hair was covering his face, the blonde highlights shimmering lightly off the candle light coming from his desk. He wore simple cloths of blue that were trimmed with gold threads.
In his hand he held a book on climate and weather patterns for the region, his other hand held a cup of some kind of herbal tea.
"This place seems like hell..." he whispered to himself. ensuring not to disturb anyone else.