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[color=22b2b2][h2]HAYTHAM[/h2][/color][/center]

"[color=22b2b2]Your people? I don't think I've quite gotten that response before. My people are pleased by feeling protected and earning money. I can't say whether they'd care about my etiquette in comparison to that, but... different cultures, no? I have not had the pleasure of visiting Tromani lands in my life.[/color]"

Haytham flicked his eyes to her guardian as she looked at the man, and gave him a nod of acknowledgement. Haytham himself was unarmed, and did not often let Ser Alexios accompany him to social events, so he had no fear of being mistaken for a threat. Still, like many of the other men tasked with guarding future monarchs, he looked very capable. Perhaps one day Haytham would be able to convince Aleandra to let them spar together, his sword hand twitched at the thought before he turned his eyes back to Aleandra. The second time she spoke seemed much more relaxed than the first, and he hoped that it was his influence allowing that. So few people refused to not be uptight at the Conclave.

"[color=22b2b2]Formalities? No, I must have given you the wrong impression. People who attend this school love formalities more than they love life itself. It's really quite maddening.[/color]"

He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. Although he had come to this school partly to find future friends and allies, it seemed as if he was ten years too late. They would have adored the stiff boy he had started as, rather than the man he was growing into. As it was, he had never felt more out of place.

"[color=22b2b2]As for this school; Perhaps I am biased. My family has long held a disdain of it, and I can find little love for the place from the other students here. You said you aimed to please your people? My people are the only reason I made the decision to come here, and remain the only reason I have not yet tried to work on an escape.[/color]"

He paused then, blinking a couple times before letting out a second, chuckle. Here he was telling her to relax and not to worry while also talking about how much he hated the place she would be living for the next few years. Not exactly the most well-thought-out approach he'd ever taken in a conversation. While thinking of something to reassure her he took a moment to give the noblewoman a once-over. She certainly had put more effort into her appearance than he had for the day, although to put in less would be downright worrying levels of carelessness. His eyes lingered longest admiring the swordman's calluses on her hands- making note that her guardian might not be the only one to spar against as he hand twitched once more.

"[color=22b2b2]You seem more ready than I was though, I'm sure you'll have an easier time of it. Hopefully we both leave here with the means to please our people.[/color]"

He almost turned to walk away then, before catching himself. Aleandra Pridedane. He didn't care for formalities, but the two were hardly properly introduced at that moment. He loathed attaching his house name to himself at first meeting, but Swift had become annoying insistent that it was of [i]vital[/i] importance when meeting other nobles. He did not feel like sitting through another lecture from the woman when she returned. For a moment, he pondered if extending a hand was breaking some kind of royal protocol, but it felt appropriate, and if he was being honest with himself he would have done it whether it was or wasn't.

"[color=22b2b2]Sorry, I guess I have you at a disadvantage now. Haytham Avion, and the pleasure's mine.[/color]"