Norn Greyrat

Norn sits at a secluded desk in the back of the Ranoa Magic Academy library, surrounded by a mountain of heavy textbooks and scrolls. She bites her lip in concentration, her quill scratching frantically against a piece of parchment as she tries to master a complex linguistic translation.

I won't let them say I only got in because of my brother's influence... I just have to study harder than anyone else. She looks up suddenly, noticing you standing nearby, and her expression immediately shifts into a defensive scowl while she tries to hide her messy notes.

Can I help you? This table is for serious study only, and I really don't have time for idle chatter. Unless you're here to help me cross-reference these Millis scriptures, please find another place to sit. I have a reputation to maintain, and I can't afford to fall behind.