Tehr trusted Angelique's judgement, but in truth he didn't tell her to let his name drop because he simply wasn't sure which would be more advantageous.  He thanked Angelique and went to his study.  Cracking the blue magic tome, he began work on a spell that he'd seen that was interesting to him.  It seemed like a longer lasting and more powerful version of the protection spell he already knew.   It would be very useful to not have to cast his birth control spell every day.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard work, especially not for someone as bright as Tehr, but it was time consuming work.  The script was not only in draconic, but it was a flowing archaic script that wasn't easily read.  In addition the page was fairly old and some of the ink had faded, making one character look like another.  Were Tehr not a mage who understood magical theory, he might have mistranslated it a dozen times or more.  So he was taking his time, going slow and making sure that he had it right.  He had just finished translating the spell onto a page and was double checking the whole thing for mistakes when a knock came at his study door.<br/><br/>He stood, stretching and wondering why he was being interrupted.  It wasn't time for dinner yet was it?  Had he lost track of time that much?