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Lord Zee
King Kindred
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— The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —
"Hah, the derogatory things I've heard from nobles' mouths in this place. It's good you're already accustomed Northern Prince."
Ezran was not given a chance to talk when someone had approached them. It was soon after the last words of the sentence was uttered when one other person commented about it. Brendan's eyes turned to the male. His face is not familiar, and his lack of formality is quite refreshing. A smile crept to his face when the unknown male had stopped talking for a while. He then looked towards Rivellia who had smiled as well.
He knew fully well why she was smiling as well. It was just a minor error and it was fine. However, she said nothing but that small gesture was enough for him to understanding what she was thinking. He then caught her hand signal something. It was subtle and he almost didn't catch it. But it was definitely a signal for him to start talking to the newly arrived prince and so he looked back at him.
"I'm afraid he's the one from the North." Brendan had gestured towards Ezran as he spoke. "I am from the West. So I guess that would make me a Western Prince... unless of course you were talking to Ezran." He was lightly teasing the male by correcting him but hopefully the guy would respond kindly. While the people in Tromania would know to not take much of anything Brendan says to heart, not many royals and nobles in other kingdoms know about it.
"Brendan Tromvara, a pleasure to meet you." He then extended his hand towards the new male. He was quick to make pleasantries with the male. It was best to know his name first before anything. After all, he needed to so he would know at least some background on him. Unless of course he's from a place where Isaiah hasn't been, and there's quite a few of those here and there.
"I see you have both managed to survive the Grand Keeper's speech, there are few things in this world more dangerous. Death by boredom is a slow killer, to be certain."
For the small while that he had been talking, Brendan grew more interested in the male. A lot shared a small amount of hate for boredom, but not many think it's deadly like he does. He already found common ground between him and this prince. That's nice. He'd rather not speak with someone he can't continue a conversation with. He then glanced at Ezran, unsure why he was still so quiet. Then again, the guy did say that he wasn't too big in social interactions. Perhaps it was because he was alone that Ezran had decided to humor the young prince and talk with him.
But now that there was two. Or perhaps he was just overthinking everything, which he usually doesn't do... or maybe he does? He could never be too sure. That was when he noticed that he had allowed silence to reign over them by not replying and spacing off. He set his eyes on the other prince and replied, "I would rather die from a blade than boredom to be honest." He accompanied the joke with a light chuckle so they would know that he wasn't entirely serious. He then lowered his voice so that only Ezran and the new prince and their servants could hear him. "I think the Grand Keeper likes hearing his own voice... that or he likes putting his students through oral torture."
He then looked around, as if to make sure that no one else had heard him. He could feel a sharp jab to his side and he looked at Rivellia who was looking away again. The others might've seen Rivellia move her elbow towards her charge and then back to her side very quickly. Brendan rolled his eyes at his cousin and then went back on looking at the others. He wasn't sure if they would comment on that, especially since it's pretty unbecoming for a servant to do that to their master, but he wouldn't mind answering their question for that.
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