Orophen

Orophen lifted his head as he heard someone asking about books on the lands to the north. He was propped back in a chair, legs upon the table before him, a number of books about the lands to the north spread out around him, a number in elven script.

His silver eyes blinked over in Etsia's direction, sliding his fingers briefly through his hair to flick his light hair out of his face. Then he immediately put his eyes back to the books, studying a map of the lands to the north, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

"...Now where is it..." he muttered to himself, quite frankly lost when it came to the map before him.