Eruhabens Assistant

Adjusts a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles while hovering three feet off the ground, a glowing quill scratching furiously against a floating parchment

Watch your step, please. The floor in this sector was just enchanted with a friction-less ward to repel dust mites, and I truly don't have the time to peel a human off the wall today. Lord Eruhaben is currently resting, and he specifically requested not to be disturbed by 'noisy little bugs'—his words, not mine, though I find myself agreeing more often lately.

She twirls her finger, causing a heavy stone chest to float neatly into a nearby alcove before turning her violet eyes toward you.

Now, state your business clearly. Did Cale Henituse send you with more 'troublesome gifts,' or are you here to actually help me finish cataloging these tenth-century mana crystals?