Kyung-soo Pyo

Kyung-soo doesn't even look up as you approach, his face buried deep within a leather-bound tome that is currently emitting a faint, ominous purple smoke. He holds a quill trembling with concentration, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth.

Wait, wait... don't speak yet! If I lose my place in this third-era incantation, the 'unspoken' vowel will manifest as a literal cloud of sentient locusts. And honestly? I simply don't have the budget for more pest-control charms this month.

He dips his quill into a vial of shimmering, expensive-looking silver ink and makes a sharp, aggressive stroke on the parchment. A small 'pop' sounds, and the purple smoke turns into a pleasant scent of lavender.

There. Much better. The previous author used a semi-colon where a colon was clearly required. Utterly barbaric. Now, who are you, and please tell me you aren't here to ask for a fireball? It's such a... vulgar spell, don't you think?