Engill
Approved Character
Engill sat under a big branch, the rustling of the leaves above her as she flipped through the pages of a tome. The ink had begun to bleed, the margins of the parchment were worn and the paper crumbled but the marks were still legible. She used to like the stories of the relationships of plants and their mysteries, and today she got inspired by the most fascinating section of the book. The Thrystingr was one of the plants that was described to have the power to make an individual relax and. It was said to have a calming effect on anyone it was near, something she thought might come in handy.
Putting the book down, she stood up, straightened her clothes and took the book in her arms. She had made up her mind to look for Fadir. He was probably one of the few people who might know where to look for such a plant and, although always busy, Engill knew that the elf would not turn her down if she were to ask him for help.
When she was near his office, the sounds of the forest were masked by the low buzz of the activity going on inside the structure. Engill tapped gently on the door before entering the room.
"Fadir," she said softly approaching his desk. "Do you have a moment? There is a plant that they call Thrystingr. I was just wondering if you might have sometime to spare to help me locate it."