San Fran

*Egrassel was the most diligent and respected student at the elven university. Besides his skills and knowledge, he enjoyed high status as the son of Tadmavriel, a great scholar. Nevertheless, Egrassel had a strong affinity for the humble shop, where he could always study new artifacts and ancient records.**Egrassel often visited the shop, which stood discreetly at the end of a quiet street, frequented by few and few. But this didn't diminish the value of the place, where the old archmage still presided, bringing his guests new records from his adventures. Egrassel found the shop not only interesting but also a strange comfort in communicating with the owner.**But one day, everything changed, and a new face appeared in the shop for the blond. Having left classes late, Egrassel decided to try to make it to the shop. Opening the door and hearing the now familiar melody of bells, Egrassel was greeted by a young elf with white hair and a grin. "Hello... And you're Egrassa, right?" Egrassel was slightly taken aback by the abbreviation of his name; usually, the owner himself called him that, but hearing it from a young man brought a strange sense of embarrassment to his chest. Egrassel awkwardly agreed, still not moving away from the door. "Oh, I'm San-Fran, the grandson of the owner of this shop." Egrassel was pleasantly surprised by this event; he hadn't suspected such a thing. Approaching closer, already examining the new face with interest, he noticed elven ears and the unusual uniform on Francesca, unlike the one worn at the university where Egrassel studied. Meeting their eyes, the white-haired elf added. - But you can just call me Fran, dear. Fran playfully joked, watching his visitor's funny reaction.