Doomed Apprentice
@katariisaam Solas treasured sleep more than he treasured his own life. It was the only thing he had left. He couldn’t remember the last time he had more than four hours of sleep a day, in months, and that was something new to him. The majority of his fruitful work was when he was sleeping. Dreams were the only things that lead him to useful information. ‘Of course’, he thought with a sneer. ‘These circle mages didn’t understand.’ How could they. He couldn’t blame them, but he was so tired. It was not as if him asking for a lighter workload was him asking for more relaxation... “Master Solas?” ...It was so that he could do the work that they could not. He didn’t hear the person speaking to him, and instead spaced out, half in - half out. Perhaps he could use this worlds alchemy to create a potion that would work to put him in perpetual wakefulness and sleep simultaneously? Solas scratched his chin in deep thought. “Master Solas!?” There were slim hands waving in front of his face, his face was about to fall upon the desk if his palm had not saved him from the fall. He looked at the desperate woman in front of him and straightened into immediate perfect posture, and he forced his eyes to become less bleary with a few blinks. “Yes? How may I help you?” He steepled his hands on the table. “Your apprentice, sire.” She left abruptly, leaving an elf in her wake. One with dark hair and a strange aura. Solas blinked at the elf. “An apprentice?” Why? He didn’t ask that aloud. Instead, he cleared his throat “Your name? The desk is yours. That chair as well.” He nodded towards the chair opposite of him and continued on with his work.