[Erenthril Mael'tharias]

“Erenthril,” he grinned and reached over to shake Daved’s hand, before taking a polite step back and nodding cordially to the stack of books housed within the shelves. “I take it you read quite a bit?” he asked with a chuckle.

He paused for an answer before continuing.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to read the Herald Article – I knew of the travel, sort of,” he shrugged, “but never heard any information in depth. If you keep a copy of past Herald articles around somewhere, I’d love to look through it. And…well, the history doesn’t have to be written for me to take notes. If you remember anything important of it – I think that would be more than enough to satisfy my interests,” he smiled politely once more. Though he did find the fact that the Masters were able to float the city and portal it out of the Plane of Force fairly sufficient to his intellectual tastes – and far more than satisfactory towards his Arcanic hungers – he was here to learn of the rich cultural and historical context of Vers itself. Albeit the event was important, he was far too concerned with being derailed from his goal and having to circumvent a rather lengthy explanation of arcanomechanics to be bothered going into details at present.