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[b][center] — The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —[/center][/b]

There was a few moments of silence between Brendan's question and the other prince's answer. By that time, Brendan already knew the answer. After all, many nobles, royalty or otherwise, quickly respond to a question. If anything, it was to quickly gain the other's favor. But this one had hesitated, and took some time to speak. Brendan placed his hands in his pockets as he waited, staring off into the amount of new and old students mingling with each other in front of them. While most say this was awkward silence, the blond prince had welcomed it. It also gave him enough time to think of what to say. He was quick to strike a conversation, but that didn't mean that he could keep the conversation going.

A kind smile replaced his nonchalant face earlier as the Aladori prince replied with a simple one word answer. Although there was no follow up, no throwing the question back at him, no introducing himself, no nothing. At least, not for a while. Well, even he didn't know what to say. This conversation was admittedly getting nowhere. Brendan hadn't looked at the other prince in the entirety of their meeting, besides that quick glance to know that there was someone there. It's not that he didn't want to; he admittedly felt a little affected by the awkwardness surrounding them. He glanced quickly at Rivellia, frowning a little seeing that she had not been interested and was looking at something else. Whether it was a person or just the clothing, Brendan didn't know. She understood everything about him but the same could not be said vice versa.

[color=crimson]”Ezran…ah…Taake.”[/color]

Taake? Brendan casually looked at the prince beside him, extending his hand for Brendan to shake. Now that he had a good look at the other, he could easily say that he is of Taake blood. Those men in Darkthrone are very easy to remember, especially if their blood is still pure. He then pushed himself off the wall and then happily extended his hand to meet Ezran's and shook it. [color=lightblue]"Brendan Tromvara. It's a pleasure to meet you..."[/color] There was a pause in his words as he pondered whether to add Prince to the name or not. They were both of equal status and royalty doesn't seem to matter all that much in The Conclave. [color=lightblue]"Ezran."[/color] He finally said. It wasn't took long of a pause, barely noticeable really, but it was there.

After the introduction was made, he let Ezran's hand go and then placed it in his pocket once more. The posture he was currently making was informal, but he didn't care too much. The smile still on his lips, he continued, [color=lightblue]"It's either you know me as 'The Rogue Prince of Tromania' or you didn't know I existed at all. I'm used to this so please don't burden yourself with thinking about who I am."[/color] He decided to say that early, to avoid seeing the person he was talking to beat himself or herself up just thinking of who this character was.

[color=lightblue]"To think my first conversation would be with the Taake prince... Most interesting."[/color] In all honesty, he had only heard of Ezran from his brother before. Nothing too outstanding really. In fact, the topic rarely came forward whenever he and Isaiah talked. It was surprising, seeing as the male was perhaps the heir to the throne, he expected more stories. Yet none came up. No tales of bravery, no tales of foolhardy actions, no negatives, no positives. [color=lightblue]"Seeing as this is our first meeting and you saying that socializing isn't exactly what you want, we can bask in a comfortable silence, if you so wish. I am in no rush to be friends."[/color] He offered. A kindness that can often be misunderstood. Worded as kindly as possible, that was what Brendan had offered. He didn't mind staying silent, not at all.

[@Mcmolly]