Standing between the two elves, a young man with a thick beard removes his widebrimmed hat as introductions are made.  Clasping the ratty old thing to his chest, he waits patiently as the others speak before finally interjecting as the Mindflayer's directed inquisitive trails off inside his own head.  "Yes, I am Benedict.  Youngest son of Aushen Karme and Lady Aliandre Karme.  Witch hunter, Inquisitor, and occasional Alchemist.  It is lovely to meet all of you, and may Death favor us in our dealings in the future."  The hat is slipped back on his head, tugged low, and he runs a finger over the beaten leather duster's lapel with mild approach.  He looks shabby in comparison to the delightfully dressed women on each side of him and the expensively adorned Mindflayer as well.  Oh well.<br/><br/>He looks to the organizers curiously, crossing arms over his chest.  "I certainly hope that there is time for tea, though?  It will no doubt be difficult for all of us in the coming days, but I would think that there is at least time for a sit down."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>