[center][h1][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/Xt4oQPCh6DZr8Np6D/Arehm-of-Haven][color=black]Ahrem Grenstone[/color][/url]
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[color=black]Knight of the Black Sword[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][h2]Haven[/h2][/center]
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[color=black]”... Perhaps I can ask one of the Watch men about what they know. Maybe I could put the magic of this curse at use, for once...”[/color] Ahrem had said, to himself, once again, pondering how he should go along with this. He would have stood here for as long as an hour if his trance wasn’t broken by a tap on a shoulder and a soft call for attention. Turning around slowly, he found himself face-to-face with a hooded girl, and a rather good-looking one at that. As she spoke about offering aid as well as her surface feelings, Ahrem could not help but stare at her face, mostly not out of attraction, but mainly of curiosity. Indeed, the more he looked at her, the more he noticed some sort of... ethereal nature to her beauty. Could she be a Half-Elf? He has met only a few in his life, but they were obvious enough with their slightly pointed ears.

It was only until half a minute after she finished speaking that Ahrem noticed he was doing nothing but stare. Well, at least his eyes didn’t seem to be wandering. Clearing his throat and fixing his posture, Aheem nodded, in agreement.

[color=black]”Indeed. The mere thought of a family losing a daughter, sister, or mother is something that doesn’t sit well, with me, either, especially in these tumultuous times.”[/color] Ahrem began, crossing his arms and resting his chin on his hand, thinking once again before speaking. [color=black]”Yes, I could use the assistance in solving this case. While I’ve a trained eye for details, I have only just recently taken up the sword. If this were a large conspiracy, especially, it may be dangerous to pursue this, alone... Although, might I ask, what skills have you to offer?”[/color] Ahrem asked. After a few seconds of waiting for a response, Ahrem realized another social gaff he has made. Sighing, he went on to correct himself.

[color=black]”My apologies, that was rude of me. I know not of your name, yet I sound like I’m the superior. My name is Ahrem...”[/color] the young man had began, before a small but noticable hint of a smile began to manifest on his face. [color=black]”... Grenstone.”[/color] So that’s what it feels like to have a last name... [color=black]”I hope we’ll be able to work well together in solving this case, miss...?”[/color] He asked before extending a hand, to shake.