<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Harold the Archivist</div></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Harold smiled as he pulled out the spell tome and used enchanted paper to cast a spell of his own. He made sure to keep plenty of it around for him to dabble with knowing how he enjoyed the usage of magic. Using enchanted paper, or as it was commonly referred to, rune paper, did have its disadvantages, but it allowed him to use magic even if he couldn't wield it within himself. He found that it also helped to use rune paper if one didn't wish to leave a magic trail behind them as it gave a neutral aura rather than the one that would come off with a signature from one's own magic supply. Or even if they were able to see through the ruse of neutrality, it would only lead the person to the paper manufacturer.<br/><br/>He would manage to eat a muffin or some such small thing to eat at breakfast so as to appease Allistair and not to appear rude. He was still full however from his delicious breakfast with Earl. He was trying to think of who all should be there this morning and who was off on errands throughout the kingdom this day. If he was correct, the only ones present should be Allistair, his wife, Bren, Aurion, Earl, and himself. So there wouldn't be much of an issue of talking about the matter in their company.<br/><br/>He smiled as he watched his boy pull off the spell with perfection and proudly patted his back. He spoke.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Very nice. Thank you." </span>He said as he followed along after his son out the door locking it behind them with the key he kept in his pocket. He started off down the hallway with him in a comfortable silence. Soon though the old man's face grew from a contended morning into an analytical crease in his brow. He had made a connection. And it was a connection he couldn't believe he overlooked before. He looked over to Earl.<span style="color: #00FF00"> "Earl....When was the young King married?"</span>He asked.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110674">@thetruegarsot</a>