<strong>Name:</strong>Brandon Patterson / Sir Balthazar Tori ap’ Beaumayn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong><br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>General<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The troll's truck trundled up and came to a stop.  He ducked out of the huge pickup and belted on his blade before moving up to the bereaved sidhe and bowing at the waist.<br/><br/>The big man's eyes widened in pleasant surprise when he was recognized.  “Why thank you, Count Harald.  I am both touched and honored.”  Baltahzar's huge hand rested lightly on Harald's shoulder for a moment.  “I hope we can find a time to speak about books sometime soon.”<br/><br/>The troll took a step back, paying close heed to each person present.  The redcap had a foul mouth, of course, but he was already bringing a good deal of motivation and energy to their task.  Balthazar gave him a respectful nod.<br/><br/>His eyes went to Arwen next.  They started on her eyes, and his brow furrowed as he wondered at the... stress there?<em>Is something bothering her?  Beyond the obvious of the situation? </em><br/><br/>He could no more stop his eyes from taking a slow wander down her body than he could move a mountain by shoving on the base.  Saphire cheeks took on the softest lavender heat.  Balthazar met the sidhe's eyes and he gave a quiet bow.<br/><br/>He looked to the Quin next.  Having been too distracted by the count's moment of admiration to note how it affected the sluagh, Balthazar did not yet catch any hints as to—his?--nature to react too.  The being had an otherworldly grace that compelled Balthazar's eyes to linger on them at least as long as they had on Arwen.<br/><br/>Balthazar took a brief glance at the Coyote pookah and found himself smiling.  She was lovely—not a vision of sensual allure like the sidhe or an irresistible enigma like the sluagh—but a charming mixture of healthy beauty, strength, and loving care put into the artistic presentation of herself.<em>I do believe if I spend long around this girl there's going to be a coyote-shifter in my next book...  </em><br/><br/>Just before the count began, Balthazar took a quick glance at the feline pookah.  He didn't have time either to work anything out about the man or seek an introduction, but the answer he offered the count spoke of reason and perhaps experience.  Good.<br/><br/>Balthazar turned his full attention back to the count as his story began.  He paid close head, and held his thoughtful peace for several moments.  He was just reaching into a pocket for his Android when Quin spoke up.  He strained his ears, then nodded.  “I'll come with you to the water,” he said, then glanced at the others.  “Just he and I, though.  We shouldn't go anywhere alone right now, but a whole crowd will be all the more likely to scare off anything we might manage to investigate.”<br/><br/>Balthzar started down after Quin with quite, patient steps.