His voice was calm and measured, and so was his bearing as he scanned the crowd intently. His sharp eyes paused on you, and his voice was quiet yet charming as he speaks. "Greetings," he began softly, his calm bearing and confident tone clearly indicating that he had already made up his mind to charm you. They were in a setting far more upscale than any garden party he had attended before, full of the elites of society. It was boring, it was stuffy, and Varen was looking for something more than just to talk about politics this evening.