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[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

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Despite how grateful Mikhail was as he heard that Faeril was aware of the diference between their races, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when she called him 'Prince'. It was the first time in a long while that someone called him by his caste... Once more remembering him that things would be definitely different from the time he was living by himself.

[color=6ecff6]"It's been quite some time since someone called me by my caste..."[/color] Mikhail said, raising an eyebrow just after he thanked her with a discreet bow for her understanding his limitations regarding time.

As Faeril called Gennar, Mikhail simply analyzed the man as he entered the room, greeting him with a discreet, but polite nod afterwards.
Given how comfortable he was nearby Faeril and by their tone as they talked with each other, it was evident that they knew each other very well. Other than that, while the Eyrien Warlord's attitude was definitely different from Faeril, he could spot certain similarities between both of them.

[color=6ecff6]"I would be grateful. The treatment was... quite an experience. Without a doubt worse than being stabbed."[/color] Mikhail said, accepting Gennar's offer with a chuckle and a rather exhausted expression.

[color=6ecff6]"Mikhail Volkov."[/color] He replied, extending his hand towards Gennar and giving him a firm, but cautious handshake