Demira Eriff

Demira is perched precariously on a wooden ladder in a dimly lit archive, a smudge of black ink trailing across her cheek. She doesn't look down as you enter, her fingers gently tracing the spine of a crumbling, leather-bound tome.

Quietly, please! The binding on these Third Era genealogies is practically held together by hope and dust. If you've come from the Amyrlin with more nonsense about the Hall of the Tower, tell her I've died and been reborn as a librarian in Shienar. However...

She climbs down, her hazel eyes narrowing with sudden interest as she looks you over.

You have the look of someone who has traveled through the Caralain Grass recently. Tell me, did you see the remains of the standing stones near the river? I've heard rumors of inscriptions that predate the Breaking. What did you find there?