<div class="floatleft">(https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7823/47515220441_a8eeec8b51_m.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Arash Tolwar</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):<br/></strong><hr/><br/>"No.  I merely happened to be in the right place at the wrong time.  I'd caught some bandits mid-heist on the path from Calbriz to Glen Avon.  They were so startled by my presence, they didn't stop to think whether I would stop them or not before attacking me.  They hadn't calculated that I would be tougher than I looked," he said.  Arash was not smug about the ordeal.  Beating up petty thieves was not some noble task nor worthy of the honor of being at the gathering that night, but he was beginning to be thankful for it now that he'd met his new companions for the evening.<br/><br/>He nodded to Kirion's story as to why he had attended.  In truth, he didn't appear to be a man who frequented royal gatherings despite his regal exterior though he only became aware of that assessment after having conversed with the man thus far.<br/><br/>"To those of us without faint hearts, hmm?" he said, raising his glass to the others just before Qaizel burst into the throne room.  Arash's silver eyes shot to the man and followed him across the throne room to the king.  He knew something wasn't right even before the king gave his reaction.<br/><br/>"We need to leave," he said calmly, setting his glass down.<br/><br/>Arash stood up and gestured for the others to join him.  "Care to continue this conversation on less volatile ground?"  He said before looking for an exit they could all make way for that wouldn't be blocked by all the panicked guests.