A scuffling of boots upon wood floorboards, a chafe of carpets, a clinking of glasses, and the dull note of books opening and closing. Around the room, meandered a Calith, gathering his belongings to prepare for the months to come, preparing for the future of Haelun'or and her people. It was an arduous path ahead of the Mali'thill. "ay'Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya." The Elf muttered to himself as he placed away a book in a large, leather bag.