[Rare was it for Abelas to spend time in the assigned residence other than sleep required it, but for reasons only known to Abelas he returns unusually early. Of course he did proceed to ignore everyone for the most part, as usual.
He took a seat off to the side, with a glass of wine, and lit a candle with an odd green flame that gave off no heat. He had some parchment and a pen and seemed to be writing something with what looked like shimmering green ink. Of course it was in ancient Elvish though, so supposedly no one would be able to read it, at least not until he was finished.
Then there was a familiar voice behind him and he had to take a moment to close his eyes and sigh. He had enjoyed the very brief moment of peace and quiet while it had lasted.]
[For some weirdo with an Elf fetish]
He took a seat off to the side, with a glass of wine, and lit a candle with an odd green flame that gave off no heat. He had some parchment and a pen and seemed to be writing something with what looked like shimmering green ink. Of course it was in ancient Elvish though, so supposedly no one would be able to read it, at least not until he was finished.
Then there was a familiar voice behind him and he had to take a moment to close his eyes and sigh. He had enjoyed the very brief moment of peace and quiet while it had lasted.]
What is it you want of me, Shemlen?