<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/lyona/images/3/3f/Emmerick-0.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160919030941)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Crispin Oldfield</span></span><br/>Elven Wizard, 27 HP, AC 15, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1677221).<br/><em>A scholar and a gentleman.</em><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vasodel, Iolanna<br/><br/>Mr. Oldfield watched as both Vasodel and Iolanna split up and took up separate carriages with a steely and dispassionate gaze.<br/><br/>"It seems no one appreciates your regal bearing, Crispin," Barnaby said.<br/><br/>"I hadn't noticed," Crispin replied.<br/><br/>For a moment, the owl thought that the wizard had spoken truly.  Socializing was difficult for Crispin.  He was often the odd man out.  It wasn't until he searched the elf's feelings that he realized that the wizard<em>had</em>noticed.<br/><br/>"It doesn't mean that they dislike you," the owl said.<br/><br/>The wizard said nothing.<br/><br/>"It makes one uncomfortable and the other just thinks it's impractical," the owl added helpfully.<br/><br/>"I do not know how to make her feel comfortable," Mr. Alcott replied, but this time, his words were laced with an uncharacteristic melancholy.<br/><br/>Barnaby took off from his shoulder, flew up, and then alighted on Pachski's carriage.  The elf looked at the other carriage and took a deep breath.  He wished that there was a third carriage.  Finally, Mr. Oldfield approached Pachski's carriage, opened the door, and clambered in.<br/><br/>He took up a seat across from Ms. Geht, careful not to disturb her.  Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, the young elf took up a book, opened it, and, before lighting his fingertip with a light spell, he said:<br/><br/>"I hope my light does not disturb you, Ms. Geht," he said.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>Mr. Oldfield cast the<em>light</em>cantrip to read his book aboard Pachski's carriage.