[Center][h1][color=fff79a]D[/color] [i]e s t o n[/i] [color=fff79a]C[/color] [i]a s t h i e r[/i][/h1][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]The Laughing Hyena[/b][/color] [color=gray]Bruvell[/color][/right][hr][indent][color=fff79a]"Why, adventure, good sir."[/color] Deston spoke; his eyes resting on the pamphlet in the man's hands. It seemed that their first companion had arrived. [color=fff79a]"I take it that you're here to join us?"[/color] He asked, yet before he could receive a response, their conversation had been interrupted by the sound of shouting; someone calling for him. Deston wondered who would be so brave to shout inside a tavern, especially when the rowdy tavern folk had been quick to signal out the voice, apparent from the way the shouter held a letter high in the air, as if trying to capture someone's attention. Taking the initiative, Nyla motioned for the woman to approach. [color=ed1c24]"Over here, ma'am."[/color] She announced, hoping the woman heard her over the tavern noise. Thankfully, Deston and herself weren't the type seen in a everyday tavern, so it wouldn't be [i]too[/i] hard to find them. Meanwhile, another woman approached, showing a more brunt personality than the previous two that had been here for Deston. Placing the letter on the table, she asked if Deston had been the one who sent the letter, albeit with a seemingly straightforward tone. [color=fff79a]"That would be me, yes,"[/color] Deston replied, [color=fff79a]"Prince Deston, sixth in line for the throne. And who would you be, ma'am?"[/color] He asked; the tavern rousing in murmur as he announced his status.[/indent]