(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/67/11/5f/67115f7efed71000d49bb720f26853c2.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Caladrel</strong><br/>Male old elf conjurer 1<br/>NG Medium humanoid (elf)<br/>HP 6/6 AC:12 T:12 FF:10<br/><strong>Init </strong>+8; <strong>Senses </strong>low-light vision</div></div><br/>"I am known as Caladrel. I am here to pay my respects to an old friend, it seems we would all be here for... similar reasons." Cal replies as he takes in Nimeda and everyone else. Though his gaze lingers on Shorn for a half a moment longer than the others before returning to his conversation partner. "I wouldn't worry to badly about your state of dress. It is the thought that counts, and traveling all the way to Ravengro for nothing more than to say one final goodbye... That speaks wonders of ones character." He tries to hide his sad smile with his hand and is only partially successful before he turns to Kalna.<br/><br/>"I think it's fair enough to say that those who know what was or was not in the casket are inside. All I ask is for your questions be gentle. Literally or not, the funeral was held so Kendra could bury her father. I cannot in good conscience stop you from looking for the professor, but nor do I wish for any undue pain to be caused. All I can do is trust in your talent with words." He angled himself to properly address the group gathered before him.<br/><br/>"I hope all of you wouldn't mind if I asked how all of you came to meet the professor, later of course and time permitting. I don't get to meet many new faces in the course of my work, and I had assumed it was the same for him. I had been expecting more dusty old scholars like myself, and now I must admit you've gone and got me rather curious."<br/><br/>It would seem this trip would be more lengthy than he had anticipated. No matter, his old friend had left him something rather interesting to find. Apparently the professor had lived a fuller life than Caladrel had reckoned and might possibly still be living it. So many questions, but one stuck out in his mind.<br/><br/><em>Petros, you rascal, just where did find such capable looking youngsters?</em>