[H1][center][color=green]Evan Conwell[/color][/center][/h1]

Footsteps on gravel announced Evan's arrival just seconds before his voice. 

[Color=green]"Ah, my mighty protector Nolan, laid on his ass by a misthrown frisbee. Truely a tale for the ages."[/color] The young Noble chuckled softly to himself as he moved around to squat beside his appointed knight, reaching out to ruffle his hair. The boy wore his usual studded hoodie, along with a dress shirt, green tie, and baggy jeans. It made for a strange look over all.

[Color=green]"Reminds me if that squirrel incident a few years back with your sister."[/color]

He left off Nolan's hair and stood up, holding down a hand for him. [Color=green]"I can't believe you almost left me out of the fun."[/color] He said.