At the library<br/><br/>The young scribe is apparently not working today but there is a human fellow, slightly gray hair. Tall but thin elegant looking like somebody from the old school court days that you could perhaps see in books<br/><br/>He raises his eyes from a book he was reading and noticing Mayae more then appealing looks he flips the book shut and walks closer with an easy grace "Feladir Hawklen at your service my good madam" He bows with an intricate gesture and kisses Mayae hand with a small *Mmm* sound<br/><br/>Mey I inquire as to what that perfume is, its quiet intriguing? Mayae realizes that she had not washed hands after handling the girls various plugs<br/>