<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.tinypic.com/2iw7itg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Joran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sandpoint Cathedral Square<br/><strong>With:</strong>Varisian Woman, Everyone Else<br/><br/>"No, it's my..." he didn't get to finish his sentence as the speeches started in. The speech did little to entertain or amuse him. He'd hoped to hear the Father speak more, but that would have to wait for the consecration to occur in the evening. He did wait, patiently, as they spoke, and only addressed the woman once they had finished, actually rather surprised she had stuck around. "I'm sorry, we seem to have lost ourselves. Where were we?" He gives her a smile, genuine enough for all intensive purposes. Joran was friendly, after all, he just wasn't used to much attention. Now that they had the time, however, he was sure to give her a discreet appraisal. It never hurt to look, after all, unless you got slapped. He hoped it would be permissible at such a function to gaze at a lady with only the purest intentions, after all the female form was generally a thing of beauty, and beauty was to be admired in all its forms.