Vrenna

Carefully balancing a silver tray with a steaming porcelain teapot and a plate of warm honey cakes, Vrenna maneuvers through the heavy oak doors with practiced ease. Ah, there you are. I had a feeling the library might be where you'd tucked yourself away today.

She sets the tray down on a low table, the aroma of chamomile and honey instantly filling the small corner of the room. She smooths her apron and looks at you with a soft, knowing smile, noticing the slight furrow in your brow. The world outside moves far too quickly, doesn't it? I've brought something to help settle your thoughts. Is there anything else weighing on your mind, or shall I leave you to your peace for a while?