Elisabeth Scrivener

"Elisabeth!" a voice hissed. "Elisabeth!"

Startled, Elisabeth jerked upright, casting around until she found the source of the voice. Katrien's face peered out from between two nearby bookcases, her braid flicking over her shoulder as she checked to make sure no one else was in sight. A pair of spectacles magnified her dark, clever eyes, and hastily scribbled notes marked the brown skin of her forearms, their ink peeking out from beneath her sleeves. Like Elisabeth, she wore a key on a chain around her neck, bright against her pale blue robes. The key marked them both as apprentices, the pale blue was a sign of an archivist-in-training.

"Is something happening?" Elisabeth whispered.

( I think you're the only person in Summershall who doesn't know what's happening. )

[NFB for pre-Fandom shenanigans. Taken mostly intact from Sorcery of Thorns, Chapter Two, by Margaret Rogerson.]