His gaze drifted from the room to the people. Qaizel never slipped far from his sight. Neither did Aereze or Thazel, by virtue of their constant, ardent proximity. He noted it, the unlikely trois, certainly menaging. But it didn’t surprise him. Stranger things happen among beautiful people whose money is second only to their power.<br/><br/>Ingram felt rather than saw someone approach him. He pulled his eyes away from the crystals above and toward the elf standing beside him. He couldn’t have been more surprised to see the face attached to the voice was attached to Ta’Sar.<br/><br/>Ingram didn’t tend to pay much attention to the clothes he wore, but even he became cognizant of being underdressed when placed in such close proximity to Ta’Sar. Some people knew how to dress, how to speak, how to move through the world in the way that was, well, correct. Ingram had never studied that rulebook, but he got the feeling Ta’Sar was able to instinctually pair a doublet and boots before he could form complete sentences. Refined. Seeing him in earnest, Ingram couldn’t say he was surprised by the wake of dalliances he was rumored to leave with every other step. What he didn't expect was the scar marring his refined features, or the lurking power which seemed to hide beneath his fine robes. Hearing about him, Ingram would not have classified him as formidable. Seeing him, he wasn't so sure.<br/><br/>“Loosely. I’m no expert.” He looked over the symbols. He couldn’t make out the whole of their of the meaning, but he could decipher it well enough to know that the magic held within this room was impressive beyond belief. “But whoever crafted this certainly is. Must’ve been a hell of a job, putting this together.” He nodded vaguely to Aereze. “I gather it’s a hell of a job keeping things afloat, too.”<br/>