<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Those with expertise in magic (Arcana &gt;14) would know...</div><div class="spoiler_body">...that this ritual was like nothing else in the known world. The runes inscribed bore some resemblance to the incantations for the spells Levitate and Reverse Gravity. Other than that they were entirely unique. Magic is scientific in nature, its secrets revealed under careful study and innovation, but these runes were like poetry written by a master of the craft. The language was beautiful and awe-inspiring, and all this before Aereze ever uttered an incantation.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Those with keen senses (Perception &gt;18 would hear...</div><div class="spoiler_body">...snatches of the conversation between the king and his companions. Aereze's words were foul, hardly suitable for a prince, bemoaning his responsibility. He was soothed, however, by Qaizel murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. "You'll put on a grand show for me, like you always do," the beautiful elf crooned. Thazel did not say much at all, but the softness in her eyes and the way her hand lingered on the prince's arm spoke volumes.</div></div>