[ thranduil opens it; to the office, which is serene as ever, the window open to catch some of the harbour breeze, and the bedroom beyond it, which looks to be in the midst of a tornado, that is: clothes flung about-- he is packing for tevinter. ]
Solas? [ his hair, braided back, severe, from his face. ] Come in.
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Solas? [ his hair, braided back, severe, from his face. ] Come in.