Auryin was humming softly as he was mixing a potion for a client. His white hair was clipped back so that it wouldn't get in his face, and distract him.

The young wizard had recently moved to a growing city, named Leira. Both Auryin, and his familiar, you, lived in the snowy elven country of Estuarion.

His ears twitched, when he heard you wait into the room.