The Written Word

For a moment all language was lost to him, worlds and milenia of knowledge sapped from his mind in a moment. Part of him knew this man was trouble. But trouble was exactly what had been missing from his life. Some element of mischief that he longed for. That now sat in his study. 

Forcing himself to turn around as a much younger Dalish elf entered the study, giving him a moment of reprieve, a tray was sat down on his desk where the books had been vacated from. Thank you, da'len. Back to your studies, now. came the much more composed answer, the child slipping from the repository entirely, steps fading away into the distance. It was a simple lunch by all account, a fresh spring salad with dried fruit and nuts, some kind of grilled poultry set atop, small pots of oil and vinegar each waiting to be poured over, along with fresh bread and a mint cool tea. 

I am... unused to such flattery. It's been a very long time. the color had not left his cheeks as he returned to the desk, though on the same side that Ruth sat, trying to occupy himself with seeing what had been brought for lunch.