<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/>"Noble." Kirion comments, tone neutral enough that it's hard to say what his actual opinion on the matter is. "Though I understand the manner of paths. I suspect it would have taken a great deal of interference to move me from mine." He pauses for a moment, eyes curious. "Is it that dedication that brought you to the attention of the King originally, then?"<br/><br/>The elf laughs slightly over his goblet, smiling. "A faint heart is not one of my failings." Brushing his hair back over one ear he brings slight attention to the scar along his face as he reclines, almost as if to prove a point. "I suspect I have stories enough that would turn your hair gray, but, well." Kirion lifts his goblet slightly, gesturing to Arash's silver coloring. Running a finger along the rim of the cup he admires the blush that crosses the others' skin, a look towards Ingram inviting him to share a moment of amusement at their companion's perceived innocence. "If you blush like that each time, I'm going to have to try to break your composure more often."<br/><br/>Ingram's cheeky retort to Kirion's comments has him smirking, enjoying the banter. Yes, here is a man that enjoys the spoken word. Kirion half bows, his unoccupied hand going to his chest in feigned drama. "Perish the thought, of course. I am as chaste as any Monk." Ingram's continued thoughts on 'party favors' brings a genuine bark of laughter from Kirion, and he raises his goblet. "To Qaizel's lovely face, and undoubtedly even lovelier cock." Whether Kirion trusts the man or not, there's no denying he is pleasing to look upon. Sipping the wine, he enjoys the sweetness, although considering Ingram's reaction he has to wonder if the man feels the same.<br/><br/>Looking across at his companions for the night, Kirion shrugs smoothly. "I find myself in a similar state. Professional curiosity roused me enough to come see the ritual, but yes, it does not do to risk upsetting the balance. I have no interest in burned bridges, even if I tend to find such events dry. I find parties to be a waste of time and effort." He speaks, surprisingly frank and blunt, especially for an elf. "Though thankfully the two of you have made this one a fair bit more interesting than it may have been otherwise." He adds, tone sly.<br/><br/>Kirion may have intended to leave Glen Avon directly after the ritual, but... staying for another night couldn't hurt.