[i][/i][center][h3][color=8882be][b]Eric Williams
Academy Grounds[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

	At Lorcan's proclamation of amateur swordsmanship, Eric almost snorted. Almost. [i][color=8882be]Amateur my ass![/color][/i] Watching Lorcan briefly size up the raven, Eric couldn't help but laugh at the young nobleman's comment and playful look. [color=8882be]"My raven? Cute? That's a first."[/color] He says, shaking his head in bemusement. [color=8882be][i]...Did... did he just try and flirt with me?... What on earth are you up to Lorcan Brigh?[/i][/color]

	[color=8882be]"As for breakfast, I packed a snack before coming out here, though I am planning on grabbing a little more before heading to Skirmishers Club..."[/color] Eric says, rummaging through his duffel bag and pulling out the ceramic pot. Taking the lid off and unfolding the towel, Eric extends the pot towards Lorcan. [color=8882be]"I don't believe I caught you name. Fresh pastry? They should still be warm."[/color] He offers, the smell of freshly baked goods wafting out.

[color=8882be][i]Alright, you've avoided dropping your name so far, let's see how you handle a more direct question...[/i][/color]