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[center][h2]Dawn, Miricia[/h2][/center]

Letting out a breath as he takes a seat at the table claimed by the Prince and his bodyguard procured, Zachary felt relief at finally arriving at their destination. Joining the emissaries when the call was sent out, he had volunteered with great haste. This was a mission of great importance, to that there was no doubt. Tasked with solving an assassination of a nation's leader is no small task. It would be lying though if he said he joined with no selfish reasoning. This was as much an opportunity for him to prove himself to those back home. 

He motions towards the tavern maid to get her attention. “An ale, please,” he requests. “And some food.” Once his order was in check, Zachary’s eyes wonders over towards the price and his more boisterous bodyguard. During the trip, he never really had much of a chance to try and speak to his highness. Though at the rate they had traveled to arrive here and the focus the prince had appeared, the young man figured better than to potentially annoy the young royal. 

Noticing Prince Eric looking up at something, his head and eyes followed. They ended up on a sign over the bar, indicating that Laguez were not welcome here. Zachary grimaces at that. He knew others could be quite hostile towards the Laguez people, but he had never had issues with them himself. And wasn’t this supposed to be the nation were Beorc and the Laguez were supposed to be working together? Head shaking, Zachary turns away from it, as he waits for his drink.