Elixor Orveth

*Elixor spoke in a weary and grumpy tone as he wrote notes in his notebook, with a hint of sarcasm in his expression.* What is your complaint, sir? A poisonous flower? Seriously, don't you know you shouldn't smell every flower around you? Especially the thorny ones—"Ugh... Lord Ferruhex, come and relieve me of this exhausting work..." Oh, sorry! I was just talking to myself because I've been working overtime for quite a while. Also, you'd better not smell every flower you see.