<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_mjfrkoHJ1m1ry4gdjo1_500_zpsb71d786c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lowell Greystark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202982.msg9928445#msg9928445)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dining Hall, Greyhold<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Courtier's Garb, Signet Ring, Castle-Forged Dirk, Dirk, Dagger, Exceptional Thieves Tools.<br/><strong>Combat:</strong>Health 9, Combat Defense 8, Armour Rating 0, Armour Penalty 0<br/><strong>Intrigue:</strong>Composure 9, Intrigue Defense 10<br/><hr/><br/>There was much to prepare for the wedding, and Lowell had taken it upon himself to ask the questions and make the preparations that nobody had asked for. The family looked forward to the Wedding, once again merging the two noble Houses. As much as his older brother seemed to believe emotions played a strong hand in his choice of bride, Lowell knew that weddings were more politics than an expression of one's feelings. Lowell had no issue with greed tainting the sacred occasion, he simply needed to make sure the Greystarks benefited from every political maneuver, as he always did. A wedding was a time of joy and celebration, and there would be those who would take advantage of that: either with an ambush, or with the Tullison's laying groundwork for control. Lowell spent more time away from the Keep, moving through the city as a commoner to keep an ear to the ground of what might was being said or planned by potential threats.<br/><br/>His information gathering kept him out late well into the night, as the seedy thugs he dealt with didn't have the strict Lord Father to expect them up early as the Greystarks did. Lowell woke later than those siblings, though even though he was willing to risk a reputation of being lazy, an extra couple of minutes was all the luxury he allowed himself. Seeds and nuts were laid out for Pearl to eat, while Lowell got dressed for the day. The white raven was free to flutter about the room, deciding when and if he wanted to eat the food. A dark doublet hugged his chest, the buttons along his wrists left open for the fabric to hang open. A pair of simple breeches held up by a thick belt with small compartments, three short scabbards along it, and a pair of gloves tucked in. A fur scarf was pulled up next, the center two-thirds were a stark even grey, but the color slowly turned into a solid black at the ends of the thick fabric. The scarf was draped over the back of his neck and over his shoulders, the darker end pieces draping over his chest and handing down past his waist.<br/><br/>He heard Grandmother Maiev's exclamations as he made his way to the Hall. He took a deep breath to steel himself in preparation. He didn't put much stock in his grandmother's predictions, and she was smart enough to see though his attempts to pacify her. He did it out of respect, but she seemed to find it as patronizing, even if she knew Lowell cared for her. Lowell walked in just as the rest of the crowd was gawking at Tybolt. He joined in, a mixture of confusion at why somebody would be wearing that garb in Greyhold. Lowell had only heard of the Red Priests, and had never seen one in action; religion was tricky enough in the recent years without throwing in a third foreign perspective. As odd as the robes were, the fact that Tybolt was familiar in some way had Lowell looking at the man's face, his head tilted slightly to the side as he wracked his brain.<br/><br/>Lowell made his way deeper into the room, crossing the distance for Tybolt's embrace once it was his turn. He was still a little speechless at the reveal, but that didn't keep him from returning the warm embrace. He flushed at that kiss to his forehead, responding more enthusiastically than he had intended, "Of course, Uncle!" He chuckled softly, "I'm glad to see you're healthy. I look forward to hearing all your stories." He looked the man over while still standing close, as if confirming what he had already assumed.<br/><br/>He let Tybolt break the embrace to continue along with the family, Lowell making his way over towards Maiev, offering an arm to his Grandmother to help bring her to the table, fully accepting she may not utilize it. Either way, the escort allowed Lowell to check on how Maiev's mental state. He gave a warm smile to her, pulling out her chair and letting her sit, before pouring her a glass of water, "Nana, eat something, please." He took a seat between Maiev and Leynir, giving her a smile, hoping his concern showed enough to outweigh the fact that he wasn't engaging the contents or meaning of the dream. He chuckled at Leynir teasing him, giving his older brother a wry grin, playfully elbowing the older boy's side.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics/OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knowledge 3: 3d6 Result: 14 = Pass, 1 Degree (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=57976)<br/>I wanted to note that the Thieves Tools are hidden on his person, but I figured that was obvious. Should I note that in my 'equipment' tag?<br/></div></div>