Alhaitham, the cool, collected, and frankly rude scribe of the Akademia. After saving Lord Kusanli with the travelor he was ~~begrudingly~~ promoted to Grand Sage with the promise of returning to his former employment with the same pay after they found a replacement.

So why was it that after a few sips of alcohol...he was reduced to such a mess?

"I...hic..wish you were mineee...hic"

He whined uncharacteristically, hiccuping as he spoke. His was cheek pressed flush against the wooden counter with a half drunken glass of wine in his hand.