<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>: Ritual Room -> Throne Room<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):</strong>Casting Prestidigitation<br/><hr/><br/>Tilting his head slightly at the newest of their party, Kirion raises a brow. "Which aspects, if I may ask? Perhaps we can compare notes. Near as I can tell some of the runes bear a certain resemblance to Levitate and Reverse Gravity, but the language is... unique." He finally settles on, lips twisted into a slight moue of distaste. It is an altogether entirely lacking word for the beauty of the runes themselves. "Few of the rituals I know of channel energy in quite the same way, for that matter. What do they connect to? Are there runes throughout the entire city?" He muses, almost forgetting about the other two entirely before he blinks, looking somewhat chagrined. "Forgive me. It is something of a side passion of mine."<br/><br/>"Arash? Interesting name. I'm... well." Kirion pauses, debating on how to answer. "Let us say I have been from Glen Avon for the last few decades, at least. I suppose that makes me 'from' here as much as anywhere. I own a residence here, if that is what you mean." The three stand unmoving, and Kirion entertains himself briefly with people watching. Yet considering the look of some of the guards and the way people are being ushered out, he doubts they will be allowed to remain so. Letting go of his plan to stay behind and study the runes he sighs, gesturing back to the stairs. "I believe we are being escorted out." Kirion adds, somewhat dryly.<br/><br/>He keeps an ear pricked for Arash's answer to Ingram's question, wondering if the other is from Glen Avon. Ingram's own answer is less than satisfying, but then, even if he was, it isn't as if Kirion had run into him before. He suspects they run in quite different circles, simply going off his manner of dress. The banquet they are presented with at the top is more than satisfactory, and Kirion dances away with a slight laugh and hand wave at his two companions. "One moment!" He looks about the tables for something specific, smiling when it is presented. Collecting the wine decanter and three goblets, he winds through various guests and servants back to Ingram and Arash, holding up his prize as explanation.<br/><br/>A glance around shows an empty spot of courtyard where they can sit and drink with at least the illusion of some privacy. Jerking his chin at it, he blows irritably at a piece of hair that falls in front of his face. "Hold this, will you?" He asks Arash, passing the man the three goblets. The decanter Kirion holds aloft, feeling for that<em>spark</em>that heralds all spells. He inhales and then breathes<em>out</em>, but what should be air is closer to frost. The decanter cools instantly, the wine reaching the perfect temperature. A bit of a party trick, he supposes--but frankly he just doesn't want warm wine. "Come then. Shall we get further acquainted?"