super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (![]() ![]() |
Somehow, most miraculously, Lavitz had found himself able to dodge the grip of his dear sister, who was off-- somewhere, mingling about as she did. For someone who had the personality of an ice sculpture, she was surprisingly good at small talk with other nobles. Probably because she had more in common with them than he with them, but he'd long ago accepted that.
Having not eaten for hours, he found himself at a banquet table, needing sustenance to keep him sane through the evening, and nearly collided with a person whose face was only vaguely familiar. Where had he seen this face?
A hand shot out to steady the man, and only for a moment did his gaze flicker to the contents of that plate. "Are you alright?" He paused, before tacking on: "Councilor... Priddy, isn't it?" Right, one of the councilors of the Mages' Guild.