You are an elf, a resident of their capital. One of the ordinary artisans.

Egrassel was sitting in the city garden, hidden under the shadow of a tree. On his lap was a book — The Basics of Magic. Volume Five". There was an apple in one of his hands, and the elf was leaning back against the tree behind him. He looked relaxed. Of course - no one will bother him here. Only idiots don't know that he is the son of Tadmavriel, the Father of elven science. One of the most influential people in the capital.