[center][h2][color=8493ca]PB[/color][/h2][/center]

In the midst of him making the dense air thicker with catchy chords and almost incidental melodies that felt effortless in the atmosphere created by the hall, Byron managed to catch a few bits of information. Mostly from the people surrounding the buffoon-like self-appointed king of fairies. While not exactly familiar, he was a known figure. A pseudo king, to some. As a travelling helper of the highest regard, the call of potential wealth was too much for Byron to just ignore.

Approaching the group, Mamafang, Relka, Parks and those surrounding him, Byron didn't attempt any form of pleasantry, no false bows or overdone introductions. Still plucking away the same near comical song with his guitar in front of him, the dark skinned half-alv boy gestured to Parks with his head and spoke in a cold tone.

[color=8493ca]"I heard you require assistance? I offer myself with no resistance."[/color]

Realizing that he may have interrupted some conversation, Byron awkwardly stood before the others. His hands were still playing his instrument as if they were moving unconsciously as he filled the air with sweet, memorable notes.