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[color=00F8FE]Time: 3:00 pm  
Location: Sorian Library to Prince Callum’s Tavern
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When his turn came, Cal stood and approached the stage. Another new thing; not being in a library or even at a poetry reading, but participating. Participating was definitely a new thing for him. He stepped up onto the stage but he didn’t touch the microphone, the room really wasn’t that big and he wasn’t going to mumble and whimper out a poem. If he couldn’t speak up in a crowd full of strangers then he couldn’t believe he’d have the guts to speak up when it mattered.

[color=00F8FE]“I’d like to dedicate this to anyone who ever wondered ‘Callum why are you the way you are?’ And, I’m Callum, but you probably already knew that.”[/color] He cleared his throat once and took a deep breath as he pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket. Unfolded the paper and began to read from it. He stumbled over the words at first but it wasn’t long before he didn’t need to look at the paper to speak. He looked at the eyes that watched him and let all things that cluttered up his head leak out through his mouth. It no longer mattered that his words didn’t feel like they belonged in a sunfilled room, surrounded by brightly-hued cushions and tablecloths, where people drank sober beverages and ate sweetened pastries. 

[hider= Warning! Callum at peak emo cringe]

[color=00F8FE]"Inside my head, it’s always raining
A tempest, a downpour, a light drizzle
Clouds block any light remaining
How much rain does it take to drown?
Why can’t I stop complaining?
Sometimes drowning sounds like peace

So my clothes never dry, I walk around
Cold and damp and uncomfortable
Always the rain to weigh me down
Never the sun to dry me out
Feeling a pull toward the ground
Grasping to keep my head afloat

I think of Callum Danrose the first
A long-dead king who held my name
Known to history as the worst
The darkest cloud to dampen Caesonia
I carry that name like I’ve been cursed
Embedded in my veins since birth

So I slink away from legacies built on pain
Create my own, built on idled rage
In a tavern that bears my tarnished name
I pretend it's grand and different
Drowning somewhere other than the rain
But useless and helpful aren’t the same

I used to wonder if a person can be born rotten 
Or if the rot just creeps in 
A side effect of all that’s been ill-gotten
But the question that matters more is
Once the rot’s been let in, is hope forgotten
If left out in the rain, Will rot always win

But birds have a different way of seeing rain
They know it’s the best place to find a worm
They brave the downpours for worthy gain
So if the name Callum translates to dove
Then I am just a faulty bird who loves to complain
That’s why I am the way I am
I can't find a worm even in the rain"[/color][/hider]

The poetry event didn’t last long. Callum wasn’t entirely surprised, Caesonia valued events and contests built around violence over anything else. So he headed back outside, and the library was fairly close to the tavern. But he wasn’t going to get completely drunk, he had things to do today, he was just going to walk by the tavern and see if anything interesting was going on. So that’s what he did, was just walk by the tavern, and then he noticed a pair of guards inside as well. Which meant Ana was there and talking to Ana was on his to-do list right now. So Callum and his guards headed inside the tavern. He decided it would be rude to be in there and not buy anything. Before he headed over to his sister he ordered a drink. He asked for a double because he was only planning to have one drink, maybe two. [/color]