[h3]Ovak[/h3]

Ovak hadn’t moved or made an attempt to gain the diplomat’s attention. After all, everyone was so use to the empty seat at the table that few bothered to look his direction and realize it was no longer vacant. That, in a simple way, suited the current archmage fine. He always hated to gawking, judging and worse brought on by his position as he adjusted in his cushioned seat. Several teachers, Uicle included, had insisted he had additional cushion to his seat and it gave the sense he was slowly sinking into it. To say it was annoying after being bedridden was an understatement in Ovak’s mind, his body often pushing upward to free himself from the groove being made. 

It wasn’t until he heard a young woman’s voice reach out to Uicle, did Ovak notice Meirin’s presence. She much lighter compared to him, though it was likely because her origins weren’t from Yarsomere and instead hailed from Djarkel. He knew this like he knew many things he shouldn’t. A curse and blessing in many different views, though few would see it as such. 

 [color=00a651]"Hello Uicle. I got your message, and I can't seem to find those diplomats... Oh! Shoot, I forgot my manners. Hello, my name is Meirin Kurenai."[/color] She bowed to him, Ovak’s wrinkled face smiled in pleasure. 

He returned the head bow respectfully and spoke. [color=tan] “Hello, Ms. Kurenai. My name is Ovak Regar. As for the diplomat,”[/color] he added seeing Ssarak finish up with his task, his reached for his cane and brought it to rest between his trousered breeches. [color=tan]”If you will help me up, I will help you locate the Djarkel diplomats.”[/color] 

When Mei helped him upright, Ovak extended a finger into the Djarkel diplomat’s direction. [color=tan]”I believe, we should head that way. If you won’t mind me escorting you, Ms. Kurenai, then it will be much easier.”[/color]