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[b][center] — The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —[/center][/b]
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[color=lightblue]"A pleasure indeed."[/color] He repeated the phrase as he shook his hand before slipping into silence.

Brendan smiled back as the other prince shook his hand and then introduced himself. The blond prince gave no reply to whether or not he preferred being called a 'North-Western prince'. He didn't dwell on the question at all but the look on his face would give a suffice enough answer of 'no'. Leaning back on the wall behind him, he began splitting his attention between the two princes and his own thoughts and observations. Since Haytham had questioned Ezran directly, he didn't need to say anything for now. He made sure to listen closely though so he wouldn't look like he was tuning them out.

Haytham Avion. A prince from the South, and as mentioned by the prince earlier, in a desert country. He had rarely visited the kingdoms in the south making it hard for him to remember who exactly Haytham was. Although it was easy once he remembered House Avion was from Ohanior and he had heard of Isaiah talking about how there was only one heir there. A boy sent to the Conclave and left someone else on the throne when his father died. It was an interesting story but he never knew the face of the male who was carrying such history on his shoulders, and now here he was. But Brendan decided not to dwell on that. Politics be damned for now; this was social interactions and he didn't want to talk about Kings and Queens yet. Rather he's not mentally prepared.

His eyes caught onto the blonde princess that he considered his acquaintance. Aleandra had slipped past them and headed outside. Brendan had half a mind to excuse himself and follow her out, but ultimately decided against it. There were other times for them to finally get to know each other. He then instinctively started to search for the white haired male in the sea of nobles that were inside the Great Hall but no such luck. Perhaps he had already gone outside? Or he just wasn't looking hard enough. Rhelissa was out of sight too. Anareliea was another story as well. Perhaps the princess had gone back to preach about Gaea to other nobles? Or try to win some noble's approval for her to get on the throne? 

He then looked back at the two conversing princes before he felt a tap on his shoulder. Rivellia beckoned for him to come closer before whispering something to him. With a mere nod, she had departed as if to search or to collect for something. Whatever it was, it didn't seem it would be revealed until she comes back.