<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NabKWTp.png)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Kirion Ta'sar</span></div></div><strong>Time</strong>: Late Evening, April 19, Year Unknown<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Throne Room of Glen Avon -> Ritual Room<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-04-02 16:05:33, Kirion (uid: 54826) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=134515)</div></div>|<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arcana</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-04-02 16:04:51, Kirion (uid: 54826) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=134514)</div></div><hr/><br/>Conversation does little to stop his inspection of the runes, mind working to divine their meaning. And how utterly fascinating they are! Kirion is, in a word, enthralled. He has many vices, many loves, but magic of the highest tier is his calling. Whether it be the crafting of ancient relics or the recovery of lost spells, rituals of darkest black or songs of healing and joy, he thrives on its existence. Without magic he has long suspected he would wither away and die of boredom, no matter his enjoyment of other pursuits. Magic is his life. He had expected a ritual he knew or had at least heard of, but this? He recognizes a line here and there, the swoop or curve of a rune letting him piece together what it may be based on, but so much of it is beyond his current understanding--utterly, beautifully unique. Magic is art as much as it is science, no matter what a human might say, and this is a masterpiece. Suddenly his earlier excitement seems, if anything, paltry.<br/><br/>It takes no little effort to remove his gaze from them to focus once more on his temporary companion. "I consider myself better than most, but this? This is breathtaking." He affirms, agreeing that whomever crafted such a ritual was certainly an expert at it. It's very likely such a work was their magnum opus. Idly, Kirion wonders who created such a working. Looking to the Prince at the other's nod, Kirion purses his lips slightly. "Quite likely. He seems none too pleased to be responsible for it, too." How very strange. Does the ritual require a sacrifice of some sort? He takes another, slower look around the room, but can divine little more than the basics.<br/><br/>Keen eyes and ears catch the words of Qaizel and the actions of Thazel, both of which he stores away to contemplate later. Truthfully unless it impacts the ritual itself, he cares little for such things. The politics of dealing with the royal family always brings some distaste, and it seems Qaizel is tied to the Prince. Pity. A side glance at his conversational partner has Kirion smirking, slightly. At least current company is pleasing enough. Turning to fully regard the other he holds a hand out, nails perfectly manicured but with--should the handshake be accepted--a surprising amount of strength and confidence to it. "My name is Kirion. To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"<br/><br/>If his touch lingers a moment longer than is strictly polite, well. Another look around the room has his gaze landing briefly on others that have decided to watch the ritual, noting their features and manner of dress even if he can't connect names to them. "What an interesting mixture of people." He murmurs, half to himself, eyes remaining on one in particular that stands out from the typical royal entourage for a long moment before continuing on. He occupies himself contemplating the number of people in the room and whether there is a magical meaning to the numbers. Will they be involved in the ritual at all, or merely watch? Surely the latter, but part of him hopes otherwise.