Charles stood calmly, twisting an ironclad family crest ring that sat on his right index finger with his left index finger and thumb, it was a ring with the family insignia of the Weylyns. Though the only ones who had seen it were his family, and historians from around the old parts of the world that had texts on the families history. Which was still shrouded in mystery itself. He would not be surprised if hunters had information on it, and barely anything else besides that information. When the door opened, he cleared his throat and folded his arms behind his back.<br/><br/>"Yes, hello Mr. Benbow. I am here to talk to your daughter about something quite essential," he said in an optimistic voice. After a moment, he held out his hand with the ring. "My apologies, I am Charles. Full name Charles Leon Weylyn. It is nice to be able to meet you." He seemed expectant that Mr. Benbow shake his hand, but would not be surprised if he ignored it.