<div class="floatleft">(https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7823/47515220441_a8eeec8b51_m.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Arash Tolwar</span></div></div><strong>Time</strong>: Late Evening, April 19, Year Unknown<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ritual Room -> Throne Room<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):<br/></strong><hr/><br/>Arash smiled to Ingram.  He would have been dishonest if he had said that impolite thoughts were not dancing through his head as well, but they were for another time and place.  "I lived here, but I am not from here.  I really have no home.  I move like a nomad, going where the work is.  Ever since I dedicated myself, I haven't really had need of a permanent residence," he said, turning to Kirion.<br/><br/>It was obvious that Kirion had a keen interest in the arcane.  His question was met with humble deference to the more educated between them.  "I wouldn't exactly call my knowledge of the subject noted.  I only gathered information from stories in my youth.  A man who seemed somewhat familiar with such magic told stories in the temple to me and others, but it was not until tonight that I learned they were more than mere folk tales," Arash informed.  "I wouldn't know more than that.  You seem to be able to extrapolate the possibilities beyond what is inside this chamber.  I am far from that gifted...at least in such matters.  My skill comes from duty and discipline," he said.<br/><br/>He listened to Kirion's brief biography of his time in Glen Avon.  Kirion didn't make it certain, but it seemed he was not from Glen Avon even though he had spent considerable time in the floating city recently and owned a home there.  They hardly noticed the people around them slowly being ushered out of the chamber.  They delayed longer, each glancing from their surroundings to the people leaving before Kirion voiced the concern.<br/><br/>They had almost reached the stairs when Ingram cursed the situation at hand.  Arash smirked and looked to the elf, "I am not fond of them myself, but I found it better to appease the king and prince than to console my lacking social skills," he said before noticing that Kirion had left them.<br/><br/>"I wonder where he went," he asked no one in particular.<br/><br/>The scholarly man returned with three goblets and a matching wine decanter which piqued Arash's interest.  With them foisted into his hands, he did his best not to drop them as he watched in amusement at Kirion's parlor trick.  "I have no pressing engagements.  I glass of wine and good company sound just fine to me," he confessed before moving toward the lesser populated area in the courtyard to sit and mull over the details of each male and what made them tick.<br/><br/>"Open books tend to get some into trouble," Arash remarked as he set the wine goblets down and gestured for Kirion to hand him the decanter so he could serve the now chilled wine.