[h2]Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia[/h2]

"Oh boy! Much appreciated!" Gregory cried out happily as he was brought a large mug. The man greedily accepted the beverage and gulped down part of its contents moments after its arrival. Gregory was built like a bear, but had the personality of a child. Erik looked over at Gregory and his drink, tempted at the moment to order something himself to calm his nerves, but he was far too pissed off to want that now.

Erik shook his head as he looked up at his server for the first time. His dark hair and thin frame was unremarkable, but his back seemed... larger than normal. Erik glanced at it curiously and cocked and eyebrow. A bad case of hunchback? Or was he hiding something. Regardless, it wasn't the prince's place to delve into other's business, unless they made it his business.

"I'll take another ale, boy!" An inebriated older man with a full white beard yelled from behind Noritz as he clapped on his back. The older man drunkenly patted him a few times and looked at his hand in confusion, as he felt something beyond more than just a back. "What the...?"

Erik took notice of this, as apparently did others around the tavern due to the older man's loud voice. Now many had their eyes on the server. Erik glanced around anxiously, realizing something may very well happen. He looked over at Gregory and the young Archer Zachary that had join them, and grasped onto his blade from his seat.