<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<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Ah, a man of action then!" Kirion smirks, giving Arash another look up and down. "I take it you found them no great threat?" He asks, curious. Tougher than he looks indeed, the elf muses. "I try not to get involved in such things myself, but at times the Weave wills as it wills." He shrugs again, simply enjoying the night air, good wine, and better company. There is a reason his focus tends towards divination; some events cannot be stopped, so why worry about that which cannot be averted?<br/><br/>Raising a brow, Kirion sips at his glass as he questions Ingram. "Would you say that you are not particularly honest?" Not that the elf minds, per se. Truth is only important when it comes to things he hunts. If someone wishes to lie about their mistress or their business, what concern is it of his? Emptying the last of his glass to Arash's toast, he's about to request the decanter when Qaizel bursts into the room.<br/><br/>At first, the words refuse to make sense. Although he holds no connection to a Daragon, the 'she' in this context can only mean one person. Lips thinning, Kirion stands, brushing his robes down. "It seems the night has taken a turn for the worse." He peers almost queerly towards Qaizel, wondering if the man is acting. Surely that would almost be more believable than the Drow stabbing the Prince. Why would she break the treaty now? Why not before the ritual, if she wished to cause panic? And what of her actions, then? She seemed inordinately fond of the man.<br/><br/>No, something is amiss here. Joining Arash, Kirion looks around at the panic. "Considering the stampede, I suspect we'll have a tough time leaving." He comments, almost too calm for the situation at hand, but then, what would falling apart do? "Even assuming the guards let us leave, if anyone else is a suspect... or if they simply wish to contain the news." Shaking his head, Kirion sighs. "In my 'expert magical opinion'", he continues, almost audible quotes around the phrase along with an amused glance at Ingram, "I don't know. Does the Prince merely recharge it, and the city is safe until otherwise needed? Or is he some sort of lodestone, bearing the weight?" Spreading his hands, he shrugs.<br/><br/>"What we need, I think, is information." Tapping his lips with two fingers, he looks from the guards, to the King and Qaizel, to the nobles. "Forgive me if this is impertinent, Ingram. Could one assume that you are a rather... stealthy sort? Only, you have the look of a bit of a scoundrel." His tone is more factual than accusing, eyes gazing out at the people as he weighs the pros and cons. "And if say, hypothetically, I could make you invisible to all but the keenest eyes... do you think you could slink back to the Prince's tower and find out if the man yet lives? Or, for that matter, if the Drow does." The last is almost tacked on, but it could be useful to know.<br/><br/>Political ramifications aside, Kirion merely wishes to know if the city is in danger of falling. "In the interim... perhaps we can get more information from the guards, if not Qaizel or the King?" He questions, glancing at Arash. "But of course, I am merely suggesting a path." Kirion bows his head slightly, demure act not quite hiding the calculating glint of his eyes.