[center][h2][b][color=f7976a]Vamyr Turambar[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
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Smoke shaded the hall, and almost seemed to muffle the sound of the crowd downstairs. Despite what he had thought, there was some apprehension to meeting with a possible wizard. He glanced down and noticed that the smoke seemed to almost flow forth from a single source; the last door in the hall. If Vamyr had much more experience in matters, he would have said it was halfling’s leaf, or some variation.

His footsteps grew a bit softer as he approached, and when he raised his hand to knock he noticed the carving. He wasn’t particularly educated, but the writing was clearly elvish, or somewhat related. Runes were far easier to read in his opinion. If the Wizard had intended anyone to read the text, it clearly wasn’t the Gondoran in the group. Vamyr hesitated, and then raised a hand and knocked three times before attempting to raise the latch and enter.