Aaravos let out a hum as he thumbed through his hefty tome. The words had begun to blur together and he vainly tried to blink away the bleariness.

He sighed and hand his hand down his face, starlight shining in the window as the hearth crackled. He’d grown fond of living in Xadia amongst the humans, as exhausting as a mortal form was.

“Perhaps just ten more minutes…” He murmured to himself.