As Cassius opened the door, he was looking down at a piece of paper - the paper was a [b]letter[/b] which was given to him by a [b]messenger[/b], which [i]then[/i] Cassius was directed by [b]the King[/b] to take, so as to not appear too dissimilar from any other takers of [b]Deston[/b]'s offer of adventure. He [i]still[/i] didn't understand why he needed to hide the fact he was a bodyguard, but he also wasn't being paid to ask questions - he was being paid to protect the prince and to do so till his last dying breath if that's how it ended up. It wasn't any more difficult than just being a bodyguard, he felt.

Cassius's eyes skim over the heads of those in the tavern. Blond, he'd said, and not much older than 20- ah, there he is, and eyeballing him as well! He folds the letter neatly and puts it in his satchel before walking closer to the prince, giving him a small bow of the head that could be mistaken for just a nod before sitting besides him. Or, rather, he sits just a seat away from him, as to give him a bit of space. He turns to look at Deston.. and honestly? Cassius sees why the King felt such a need to hire a mercenary such as himself. Deston's twiggy, bright-eyed, and entirely too eager - all of which paint blatant targets on his back. He'd be eaten alive - and that could be figuratively [i]or[/i] literally, depending.

Cassius lets the silence between them linger for [i]maybe[/i] a bit too long before he asks, [color=yellowgreen]"And what are [i]you[/i] so excited for, pray tell?"[/color] Of course he already knew the answer, but was still curious as to how Deston might respond.