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[center][b]Accompanied by [color=silver]Ser Mara[/color][/b][/center]
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[color=silver]”Oh boy.”[/color] 

Ezran heard Mara before he saw Haytham, and for a moment wondered if something about the boy or his charge might have caused her alarm. He wasn’t Aladori, that was for certain, but given his approach he doubted there was any immediate threat of danger. 

It struck him then that her exasperation was perhaps more directed at him. Indeed, after the momentary confusion he felt himself grow nervous again at the new face, bringing with it the promise of more interaction and more introductions, more opportunities for him to squander a rapport that didn’t even exist. Mara knew he’d collapse on himself even before he did, and could see from a glance that she’d turned away again to observe the crowd. Preemptive disappointment, even if she wouldn’t admit it. It would have been easiest then to just resign himself to it, stay quiet, let the two other boys talk and just listen. 

But then, he already had a good thing going. Even with an extended silence, he’d been [i]conversing[/i] with Brendan and thus far, things were nice. The boy had indulged his quieter demeanor, hadn’t belittled him or anything of the sort, would he really botch that so quickly? 

[color=crimson]”Hello.”[/color] Evidently not. Ezran extended a hand in greeting as well after Brendan had finished. He restrained the urge to apologize, as it stood the continued conversation also seemed on a more light-hearted track. 

This new boy, whoever he was, was already more casual than most people he’d met in his life, with quite a tongue on him for the Grand Keeper. Brendan seemed to share the opinion, and to be honest, Ezran couldn’t blame them. The speech was long, even if it was livelier than most of the ones he’d heard back in Darkthrone, and it would have been a lie to say he’d preferred that to the social aspects of the day. He found himself smiling along, quiet still, but adjusting himself to stand at least in the conversation. 

One last glance back at Mara showed a much different expression. She smirked, but kept herself occupied with the rest of the room.