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

There was yet another pause between his offer and Ezran's reply. Brendan leaned back on the wall, looking at the number of nobles once more. While he was interested in speaking with some, one person caught his eye. He had not noticed the male earlier when the Grand Keeper was making his speech. Prometheus, a name he wouldn't forget for the life of him. Meeting the guy was one of Brendan's most interesting encounters, his life story wasn't all that dull either. He was always looking forward to his letter. But after a few years, the letters stopped coming. He had visited and yet he never approached him, seeing as he was different from before. Up to now, he still did not know the reason why.

His attention snapped back at Ezran as he finally spoke. The reply was short, blunt and would perhaps hurt some other person should they have not been Brendan. However, the blond male looked at Ezran with a smile, not at all bothered with his statement. His question, however, was a bit of a shock. While most would continue to ask about Tromania itself or the other members of the royal family, Ezran had expressed interest in Brendan in particular. Quite unexpected but willing to answer the question, if anything to continue the conversation. It's not a very sensitive topic anyway.

[color=lightblue]"Earn it? Well, I suppose I did. But even I was surprised when the nobles had started calling me that."[/color] He replied honestly. He was going to stop there with no intention of explaining how or why he got it. However, he thought that maybe Ezran wanted to hear why he got it so he continued, [color=lightblue]"I'm not very princely you see, and I never really had a reason to since not many people pay attention to me. And so, because not many people know or notice me, I tend to slip out of the castle, mingle with the common folk. I even go as far as other kingdoms, disappearing for days on end."[/color] Ah, such fond memories. Sneaking out of the castle to mingle with others, to be part of something. However, even when he disappeared days upon days, when he came back, his parents would only give him the cold shoulder and the one worrying would be his siblings.

Brendan rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled, [color=lightblue]"I think it's more of a derogatory term the nobles came up for me. But I think it fits well."[/color] While most Tromani households were kind and helpful, there were those select few who aren't so. Sad as that fact may be, it is the truth. But at least they were in the minority. [color=lightblue]"The common folk use it endearingly though so it's not [i]that[/i] bad."[/color] He admitted. Well known in other kingdoms he might not be, most of the citizens of Tromania knows about the young prince and his tendencies to slip out to talk with them.

He had stopped there to await Ezran's reaction to the story. To be honest, he was glad he made his first stranger interaction with Ezran. The guy, as anti-social as he might seem, is actually the kind of person Brendan preferred talking to. He'd rather talk to someone who pays more attention on the person he's talking to, rather than the prefix that's added to his or her name. Status be damned, Brendan likes knowing more about the person than his family's accomplishments really. Maybe he's jumping the gun and assuming that Ezran isn't like that, but so far so good.

[@Mcmolly]