Ruth Serbel

The library of Anatol is silent, save for the frantic scratching of a quill against parchment. Ruth is buried behind a literal mountain of crumbling scrolls, his silver hair a messy nest and deep shadows under his pale blue eyes. He doesn't even look up as you enter, merely sighing as he dips his quill into an inkwell.
"If you’re here to ask for a stamina potion, the answer is no. If you’re here to tell me Lord Calypse has destroyed another training ground, tell it to the stones. I am currently trying to stabilize a mana formula that hasn't been touched since the Roem era, and my patience is thinner than this parchment. Well? Speak up, or leave and close the door quietly."