<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 of Glen Avon -> Ritual Room<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arcana</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-04-02 20:30:02, Ryven (uid: 3733) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=134529)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-04-02 20:31:26, Ryven (uid: 3733) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=134530)</div></div><hr/><br/>He mingled with the guests only as much as decorum required.  Arash stayed back near the rear of the court, argent eyes scanning the crowd of invitees.  It was a mixed bunch with nobles and commoners alike.  All were dressed in their best, but the stratified class differences were still apparent in the room.  The best commoner still looked out of place in a room full of royalty.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to make himself apparent in the crowd, he moved inward toward the throne as if to be counted.  Of course, the king and prince probably could care less of his presence, but he thought it his duty to at least make it look like he'd make an effort to join the festivities.  He caught the eye of a rather undignified sort though not entirely unattractive. His glance did not last long as he didn't want to give the wrong impression.  A royal gathering wasn't the best place to seek out temptations.<br/><br/>Arash, instead, turned his attention to those sitting on the throne or standing nearby.  He recognize the king and prince, but the two individuals standing by were unknown to him or rather, he'd never laid eyes upon them though he may have heard of their names.  The one named Qaizel had an odd look to him.  Elves were known for their fair beauty, but his looks were bordering on eerie.  His looks were more concerning than the presence of the drow woman.  The two cities were at a peace even though Arash knew it hadn't always been that way.<br/><br/>As if sensing his questions, the prince stood and began to leave the chamber without a word.  Everyone seemed to follow in due course, the entire crowd shuffling after the nobility like sheep.  Arash fell in line behind a couple of elven men, one of which was the rather undignified one he'd glanced upon earlier.  Several flights of steps later, they emerged into a large chamber.  Arash craned his neck upward to look at the myriad of crystals adorning the ceiling.  He turned to look as the undignified elf crouched down to trace one of the many runes with his fingers.  As he looked on, another elf, handsome and refined, walked up to the other and struck up conversation.<br/><br/>There was a moment when the refined gentleman laid eyes upon him.  Arash felt a power in the man's gaze and perhaps a bit of something else.  Taking a bit of initiative, he moved slowly closer to the pair, slipping up near them in as much grace as heavy plate armor would allow.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," he began as he joined the two elves.  "I couldn't help but see your admiration for the runes.  Quite something to witness, isn't it?" He said, addressing the pair.