<div class="floatleft">(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/bopperstopper/51da85c9-064b-4d37-9da0-591ad17e6fa8_zpsraxkvcv4.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans;">Calim Lebeda</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054886)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans;"><em>CG Human Bard 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Hp:</strong> 9/9; <strong>Spell slots:</strong> 1st: 2/2; <strong>Performances</strong>: 7/7<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15 (touch 13, flat-footed 12); <strong>Fort</strong> +1, <strong>Ref</strong> +6, <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Giant, Dwarven, Elven<br/><strong>Current Performance:</strong> None</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Oh, how pristine and grand the castle was. How cold and uninviting its surroundings. A perfect representation of his family, if he said so himself. He would applaud it all, if he weren't freezing his ass off. And he had been freezing for quite some time.<em>"A fur cloak will do you good, my son."</em>His father had said, he and his mother positively beaming at the child they'd otherwise ignored. This fur cloak didn't do him very good at all. He needed to stack a few more on top of it, at the very least. He'd create his own cloak fortress in this courtyard if he had to, if just to gain some much needed warmth. And Gods, those damned waves. Were they completely made out of chunks of ice? The sound was nearly deafening, and it carried on incessantly. Standing there in veritable solitude, he just couldn't stop complaining. And he hated complaining.<br/><br/>After so much waiting, Silverhall's doors finally opened, and he was welcomed inside. "It's just so good to be nobility." He muttered under his breath, which floated upward in a fog as he entered the castle. The heat was an instant comfort, so much so that he had to stop and enjoy the feeling of it along with the castle's decor. This was to his escort's chagrin, he had no doubt. The page did manage to maintain an air of professionalism, but it was very clear he was in a hurry. Calim continued following on, having no desire to hinder his work and get him into trouble.<br/><br/>He wasn't surprised that he'd been so easily found and called upon by the Dame of his House. He was only surprised that she'd even thought of him. Even in taking notice of his close family, his brother was surely the one to call about whatever the hell this matter was. Calim himself was just a bard. A very talented bard, of course, not yet recognized fully for his skill and charms, but a bard nonetheless. He inclined his upper body in a small bow to his aunt, for lack of a convenient term. Honestly, he could easily recite his exact relation to her, it having been drilled into his head as a child, but that would be so very tedious. "Dear aunt, it is a pleasure." And with that, it was time to let the bullshit begin.<br/><br/>He would have went on to comment about the painting and loveliness of the castle, but she seemed keen on skipping straight to the point. The eschewing of niceties was both relieving and disconcerting in his mind. Emerald orbs followed his relative's gesture over to the man beside her, and he nodded courteously while taking in his features. "Good to meet you, sir. I'll gladly hear you out." As though he had a choice in the matter.<em>'No arranged marriage. No arranged marriage...'</em>He repeated inwardly, a genial smile plastered on his handsome face.