(Open starter! Feel free to reply!)
Thrall pushed up his tiny reading glasses, grumbling at the small text he was faced with. Damn Forsaken and their dainty writing, he thought to himself, leaning forward to read an illegible word.
With a sigh, he finally gave up and lay the report down, just as a knock came at his door. "Come in," he called, thankful for the reprieve.













