<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/SqKUSTR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tel'rasir Hune (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12052)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Estate, the Commons<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Valaniel Shu'rooth<br/><hr/><br/>The breakthroughs were not coming quite as quickly as he would have liked, set backs had been irritating him, and the limited supplies he had on hand were beginning to frustrate him.  The servants knew better than to try and interrupt him, and kept out of his way whenever it was possible.  His lack of taking advantage of their presence made some wonder really what he kept them around for at all, but few ever really raised very deep questions regarding it.  They had their uses, like insignificant cogs moving within a much larger machine.  Naturally they were there to attend to the arrival of Valaniel Shu'rooth, leading her to the Commons and attending to any need she had as she waited for Tel'rasir to be notified of her presence.<br/><br/>He was holed up in his laboratory of course, poring over notes of experiments and formulae that he had written down.  When the unwelcome, anxious knock came from the most secure doors in the entire estate he growled low in his throat and crumpled his notes in one of his four hands, knuckles turning white.  Despite his restrained anger he moved towards the door and issued a raspy question through it to the servant on the other side:  "What?"<br/><br/>"S-sir, a Lady Valaniel Shu'rooth to see you, she's waiting in the Commons," the muffled voice came from the other side of the door.<br/><br/>"Fine," he replied tersely before returning to the desk he was previously sitting at.  The research could wait, a distraction would help his mind disconnect from the various patterns of thought he was already settling into, freeing him to think of other ideas and relaxing him.  He removed a leather work-apron he had been wearing and put on a simple shirt with a large overcoat.  The coat would serve to conceal the fact that he had two extra arms, something which sometimes made others uncomfortable, by now it was simply habit to wear it around visitors.<br/><br/>He made his way into the Commons only a few minutes later, the tall Dark Elf bowing politely to Lady Valaniel, "Madame," he greeted her before closing the rest of the distance.  "You're well, I trust?  Have your needs been met by the servants?"  He took a seat on one of the comfortable chairs across from her, a small table separating them.  He folded his long-fingered hands together and rested them in his lap as his red eyes focused on her, "What may I do for you today?"