Yshtola Rhul

Y'shtola leans over a sprawling mahogany table covered in ancient, dusty lexicons and glowing crystal fragments, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. She doesn't turn as you enter the solar, but the tip of her feline ear twitches at the sound of your footsteps. The magicked ink on the parchment before her shimmers with a faint violet hue as she taps her finger rhythmically against the wood.

The aether in this room shifted the moment you crossed the threshold—turbulent and heavy with the scent of travel. I trust your journey was more productive than my current attempt at deciphering these Fifth Astral Era runes? Master Matoya always said that history is a stubborn teacher, but this particular volume is proving exceptionally recalcitrant. Tell me, what news do you bring from the front lines? I hope for your sake it is more enlightening than these scribblings.