<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):<br/></strong><hr/><br/>Arash flashed a small smile when questioned of his familiarity with the runes.  He wasn't a scholar nor magically inclined, at least not of the arcane type, but he had the opportunity to listen to a sage talk of what he knew of the magic that held Glen Avon in the clouds.  "I am by means no expert.  I would be the last person to ask about specific information regarding what we're witnessing here, but I do understand some of the aspects of the process," he admitted without revealing exactly where he had glinted that information from.  It wasn't exactly important anyway.<br/><br/>He turned to Kirion who reiterated Ingram's words though Kirion's meaning didn't seem to be exactly about the ritual.  Arash merely smirked in response, but before he could comment further, the ritual began.  Arash looked on to appraise the show.  He didn't quite understand some of the arcane rituals.  They seemed almost flashy or ostentatious, but clearly there was a reason for it or he wouldn't be standing in a floating city.  His mind did not wander to the how and why of the show but rather at the simplistic show of light and beauty.  As the tremor shook the room, his eyes darted to Ingram who seemed to stumble and grab Kirion.<br/><br/>"Careful," he cautioned.  The ritual seemed to come to a close, the light fading from around the prince who seemed exhausted yet stoic even as he seemed to waver.<br/><br/>Kirion then turned to him after it seemed the show had ended.  Arash looked to the extended hand, taking it in his metal and leather clad hand to shake it and introduce himself in kind.  "Arash Tolwar.  Delighted.  Are you from Glen Avon, or are you visiting?"  He said, glancing to Ingram as well.  He pulled his hand back to offer it to the other elf.  "And who might I have the honor of addressing?"