<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><br/><hr/><br/><em>'Ingram'?</em>Mouthing the name to himself he memorizes it, nodding slightly in greeting now that they are introduced. It is as he's about to make another comment that he is interrupted. Kirion hadn't been unaware of the white-haired individual moving closer, though the attempt at grace is... quaint. Not least because of the plate armor, but really, what is the grace of other races compared to that of elves? Slanting his eyes over to him as he joins their party of two, he raises a brow. Kirion may seem unimpressed but there's a warmth to his eyes, particularly as he gives the--human?--a quick look over. A glance at the man's eye color has him second guessing the human bit, and he lets out a slight 'hm'. "Yes, quite something." Kirion responds, staring at the man and making it clear he isn't quite talking about the runes--or at least, not solely.<br/><br/>Looking between his two companions for the ritual, he finds himself smiling somewhat smugly. Yes, this is shaping up to be entirely more interesting than he had expected. Snorting at Ingram's cheeky look and repetition of his own words, his smile widens. Yes, interesting indeed. As the energy in the room shifts, Kirion's full attention drops from those of the men next to him and instead returns to the reason for their being here. The ritual is beginning. Aereze's seeming worry makes his fingertips tingle, and he stretches his hands behind his back. A little paranoia never hurt him, and if the ritual goes wrong he wants to be able to cast a shield<em>before</em>being obliterated by Oghma knows what sort of energy.<br/><br/>Yet despite the Prince's attitude, there's a confidence to his movements that sets Kirion somewhat at ease. The runes begin to glow, and he does his best to memorize the entire scene. Is there a particular order to their being lit? He can only guess, but he is fascinated nonetheless. Runic matrices often take too much time to enact for his taste, but their uses are myriad. Curious eyes watch as the runes creep up Aereze's robes and hands, and the symbols flickering across his skin makes Kirion purse his lips.<em>'Is his body being used as a channel of some form?'</em>, he wonders.<br/><br/>A hand lands on his shoulder for balance as the city rumbles--Ingram's, considering the side--but he can't afford to take his eyes off the ritual. Afraid to miss... what, exactly? The light fades, and Kirion is left unsure what to feel. There's power there, certainly. Particularly with the way the city itself shuddered. And yet... that was it? Some light, some runes? The mechanical aspects of it all are going to keep him wondering for some time, he suspects.<br/><br/>Sighing and releasing the tension in his body, he glances from the hand on his shoulder to Ingram and smirks a bit before looking back to the newcomer. Holding out his hand again he offers his name, "Kirion. Kirion Ta'sar. A pleasure to have you with us for this event."