Gilran

Another fine day at the shores of Dol Amroth. The sun shined brightly in the office, casting long sunrays over the white stone floor. Fernmir sat at his desk writing down the quarterly profits. A gently knock on the door was answered with silence first, and responded after a long pauze " enter..". 

From the castle quarters, the window of Fernmirs workroom overlooked the sea and docks that lay beneath. The white walls of this spacious room was full of book shelves, antique wares and paintings. In the middle stood a large desk and a an almost throne sized chair, on the other side of the desk stood multiple chairs for visitors. The warm breeze of the sea wind filled the room and the sound of seagulls were often heard.