<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xkmqqmP.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Sarek</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>30/30;<strong>AC</strong>12;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +0, Wis +2, Cha +7<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 120;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>10,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>12,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>10<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Basically everyone at this point<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Sarek's job had not gone quite the way he thought it would go. He had known it would be... difficult, possibly his most. After all, she was a powerful figure, but he figured he could always abandon it if he couldn't get close. And if he<em>could</em>get close it'd be easy. Or so he'd thought, but things hadn't gone quite according to plan.<br/><br/>So needless to say, it was a bit of surprise being surrounded by a feast. By festivities even! This was not what Sarek had expected after his failure, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth - though he would still be a bit wary of it.<br/><br/>Still, after everything that had happened, Sarek maintained an air of relaxed almost-boredom. He was dressed in fine clothes (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1f/16/f3/1f16f3b7a941d5112ca762ef9022d8bc.jpg), perhaps not as noble as some of those in the room, but fine none-the-less and worth a small sum of gold, and well cared for. Sarek was a particularly handsome man, with a short and well trimmed brown beard and medium length, carefully styled hair. Sitting back casually in his chair, his eyes scanned the room occasionally before returning to those he sat with, perhaps sizing them up or just curious as to what the rather diverse set of beings might bring.<br/><br/>The Baroness's speech was short and to the point, and Sarek nodded to himself as he listened, raising his glass to toast when called for, eyes flitting over the top of his cup to watch his companions in turn as they presumably toasted as well.<br/><br/>His eyes settled on the horned one as the man introduced himself, one eyebrow arching in amusement at the rather bold name before flickering to the other who spoke, named after.. a lack of light apparently.<br/><br/>"Dark hmm?" he drolled, slightly amused by it without the context of the man's full name, before nodding at Victory, "A pleasure to meet you both." His voice was silky smooth, with a bare hint of a Khinasi accent, and he nodded at the others as well, "I am called Sarek." Again his eyes roamed across the group, glancing each person over, "I presume there is much for us to discuss in serious matters, but... this seems more like a celebration, so perhaps we can meet tomorrow when we break out fast, hmm? Tonight we can... get to know each other, and drink." With that, he upended his glass, finishing it off with a smile before reaching for more.<br/><br/>As he filled the glass his eyes settled on Wynne, and he smirked slightly. "Now that is a face I did not expect to see here..." he murmured.