[color=1a7b30][i][h1]Micah Stubbe of Azaroth [/h1][/i][/color]

	His hands moved gracefully, pulling out the seat of the dining room table, and quickly finding himself seated. Looking about at the ornate decorations, he returned to his thoughts of over-compensation, and smiled gently at it, looking down at his lap to avoid anyone asking why he was smiling, after all, it wasn't everyday that you met the man who had taken the brunt of your family's teasings for years. And even rarer, was sitting across from them directly at their own home, which extravagant as it was, seemed to be lacking a certain spirit, a certain energy that he found in his own home. Very few whispers of ghosts and witches remedies floated in these halls, and was unlikely for it to even have legends of such things, given how young of a castle it was. Returning to his surveillance, his eyes fell upon the other guests, all very young and unsurprisingly attractive, almost each one of them looked at least vaguely uncomfortable. Perhaps they were unaware of the great services they would be preforming to their nations in the days to come.

	Snapping from his thoughts, he listened attentively to the great king's voice, paying close attention too the times and dates he mentioned. Perhaps he would be lucky enough to meet his soon to be bride, he knew she went by the name Lilith, but his parents had refused him access to anything else about her, even how she looked. "It'd be unfair, you'll study everything about her and decide upon whether or not you like her before you even meet!" His mother had protested, prior to discovering that he planned to do some semi-extensive searching and researching on her. He often liked to know what he was going into