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[color=22b2b2][h2]HAYTHAM[/h2][/color]
[@Kit N Kat][@Mcmolly][@Polaris North][/center]

Success! At least apparently, which was a measure more than he usually found interacting at these sorts of things. Perhaps there was something to be said about putting the minimal effort into formalities, at least at this level of social interaction. Annoying as it was, he couldn't quite argue with results, assuming this wasn't just a fluke. Keeping in a sigh of resignation, he decided instead to enjoy the success and treated the girl to his largest grin yet. Perhaps this year would be easier than the previous one at the Conclave.

"[color=22b2b2]I'm looking forward to knowing you too, there'll be plenty of time for it throughout our stay here, either fortunately or unfortunately. If you'd like...[/color]"

Haytham caught himself before the thought finished. Being too forward could certainly ruin any relatively good impression he'd managed to make so far. On the contrary, stopping where he did would only risk him looking a fool, which quite frankly was an opinion plenty of his peers already had of him. No real loss there, the results of his studies more than proved such an assumption dangerous, and he would rather be underestimated than overestimated. He looked between Aleandra and her guardian briefly, before resigning himself with a shrug and continuing.

"[color=22b2b2]... I'm pretty eager for a new sparring partner, although forgive me if I'm reading you wrong. I'd be happy to have permission to fight with your retainer too, if not.[/color]"

Lest she have time to become indignant or offended and cause a scene in case he [i]had[/i] read her wrong, Haytham began turning away with a casual wave offered as a farewell. 

"[color=22b2b2]Just a thought. I'll look forward to an answer when things aren't so hectic![/color]"

Haytham hummed to himself as he pulled away, making a note to track down the princess later. It would be nice to have someone to cross swords with outside of duels, an experience he had grown sick of over the past year. They were fun to him at first, win or lose, but he saw them as more and more petty each time. If not... Well, it didn't hurt to lose what one didn't have. 

The sight of Nebetah from across the room interrupted his thoughts. Familiar faces were extraordinarily rare for him at the conclave, but the southern lords were all acquainted since the forming of The Three Sands. She had certainly grown in the years since they'd last met, and he almost bounded over to her before she walked out of the room, to his disappointment. He briefly entertained the thought of following her before rejecting the idea; there would be time for that later. Besides, the Haytham she would remember was different from the Haytham he was now.

Without a goal in mind he picked six new targets and drew his mystical helper from his pocket. It had done a splendid job of picking his first interaction of the day, and who was he to question the good judgement the goddess had blessed the instrument with? With practiced precision he cast it onto the ground once more and stopped it with his foot.

3 again.

Not a beautiful woman this time, but two boys by the look of it, with contrasting blonde and black hair. With a shrug, and embracing his fate, Haytham made his way over to the two, coming up behind the blonde haired one as he was speaking.

"[color=lightblue]I think it's more of a derogatory term the nobles came up for me. But I think it fits well. The common folk use it endearingly though so it's not that bad.[/color]"

"[color=22b2b2]Hah, the derogatory things I've heard from nobles' mouths in this place. It's good you're already accustomed Northern Prince.[/color]"

Brendan Tromvara and Ezran Taake, provided Swift had been correct. Both princes, although Haytham didn't have any more info than that to go off of. Men had a tendency to jump to violence when offended than women did, so he had tried to avoid them in general, but the die of fate had been cast. May as well try to make the most of it. He was being even less formal than his interactions with Aleandra earlier, but that had all but exhausted his reserves for the day.

"[color=22b2b2]I see you have both managed to survive the Grand Keeper's speech, there are few things in this world more dangerous. Death by boredom is a slow killer, to be certain.[/color]"