<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>Greystark Breakfast<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/>Lowell turned back to Maiev as she spoke out against Tybolt. The middle Greystark reaching a hand out and placing it atop his Grandmother's. He spoke softly, even though it was impossible for anything to truly be private at the crowded table, "Nana, the Old Gods would ask us to honor our family, especially when Hospitality has been offered... He is Tybolt first, regardless of who he feels has given him strength. Wouldn't you agree?" He gave a warm smile to Maiev, the latter question there not only to get his Grandmother to calm down, but it was an opening for her to save face. He gave her hand another soft squeeze before he turned to face the room again. His eyes trailed past Tybolt's face, and he gave an apologetic crooked smile; as if Maiev's middle grandchild was more responsible for her actions than Maiev's son himself.<br/><br/>The word of Lowell's father intending to marry seemed to bring joy to majority of the room. Lowell had no sooner picked up a metal fork before he set it back down with clatter that contrasted the elated noises. He cleared his throat softly before picking up his fork again. His eyes went down to his food as he collected some of the breakfast on his fork, speaking sternly, but his voice carried that lilt that made it hard to pin-point what he was saying as aggressive, "Yes, Father. Please, tell us more." He brought some food into his mouth, the chewing keeping his mouth from forming the stern expression he was feeling, his eyes locked to his Father.