[h1][b][center][color=mediumslateblue]P E R C Y   B E L M O N D[/color][/center][/b][/h1]Percy looks between the white robed one and the troupe. [color=mediumslateblue] “Pirates, right..”[/color] Percy’s sheathe goes up and down, tapping his shoulder repeatedly. [color=mediumslateblue]”Then maybe I should teach them a lesson for ruining my day.”[/color] Percy said, unsheathing his sword and walking forwards before the guards approached them, telling them to put down their weapons.[color=mediumslateblue]"O-Oh.. okay, okay. We're not pirates or anything.. so.."[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue]”Just my luck..”[/color] Percy would say before sheathing his sword. He’d put the sheathe back on his belt, eyeing the guards as he did so. He’d follow them towards the hall, walking close with the troupe. Percy would look amongst the injured that were caught in the crossfire, shaking his head. Percy frowns, thinking to himself;[color=mediumslateblue][i]"All these people.. for what reason did they have to get caught between the crossfire? That's not fair at all."[/i][/color]He looks back to the troupe, specifically Davor himself. [color=mediumslateblue] “Looks like our business was cut short by these pirates. What's your name?”[/color] Percy asks.