Covers shifted and pulled back to allow a set of long blue legs to swing over the edge of the bed, feet planting on the floor. Red tattooed sigils shimmered between the scarred flesh on the legs as toes curled and stretched. Other sigils shimmered up the arms and torso in the dim light of the room as they were nestled between more patches of scarred skin. Marred hands came up to rub away the sleep or lack there of from the face of one tired looking troll. Thick, bushy red hair that was usually preened back into a thick braid and ornamental fastenings hung loose around his shoulders. He looked back behind him and pulled the covers back over the top of the form still slumbering in the bed. The troll pushed up out of the bed and pulled a robe on, tying it loosely and a bit haphazardly before heading out of the room and down towards his study. High ceilings and countless books and tomes greeted him as he entered. The smell of old vellum and parchment hung heavy in the air along with the smell of hot wax from candles that never seemed to diminish no matter how long they burned. Ornate rugs were scattered over hard tiles and inlaid filigrees. He flopped down at the large desk , the high back chair creaking a tad at his weight. Hands splayed over papers that had been left in disarray for more entertaining things the evening before. He had not been in Dalaran when the unfortunate events had occurred that forced it to fall from the sky and while he held no real title within the Kirin Tor to be responsible for the accounting of those missing and unaccounted for he still felt the need to make the effort to track down those still considered MIA or KIA and add them to his own records. More things to add to the ever expansive collection that he already had. A collection that had at one point shackled him into service and now a copy of his works resided in the hands of people who were least deserving of such knowledge. People that he had wished had stayed dead but like roaches always seemed to come back through the cracks. He sighed, that was so many years ago and his usefulness had come to an end and things were settled and put to bed. Now though was the time to put the elves casual good standing with each other to his advantage and press for access to tomes and scrolls he didnt already have that before would have needed him to jump through many hoops just to sneak a peek. And now with Silvermoon opened up for the time being he could bring S'vella with him and both of them could enjoy the many "treats" that wandered around the city on display.
