“Bastard, what a cruel thing to say of your friend. I’m sure he’s no such thing.” Faelan chanced a wink and turned to greet the new arrival. “Reaver was it?”
"Oh, so you’ve heard of me?" The business-minded ‘Hero’ took Faelan’s offered hand, who had left the King’s immediate company to stop the one so obviously unwelcome from approaching further.
"It’s hard not to have in these parts, it seems. And who could miss that legendary pistol at your hip. I see I am not wrong."
"My, it certainly is refreshing to be met here with such a polite gesture for once, I uh, do not believe I’ve had the pleasure.” Unnaturally aged eyes glanced over the body of the young monarch-to-be, an action which did not go unnoticed.
"Prince Faelan Tierney of Wayrest. A pleasure indeed."
♔ - Logan watched the exchanged with evident distaste, though to an
outsider, it was hard to say whether that was what he was feeling
or if it was just his face; the king was known for being severe, and
so far, those rumors appeared to be true.
The prince had only barely arrived and was introducing himself to
Reaver before the king--and it took everything in Logan's power not
to point that out. Perhaps Prince Faelan Tierney of Wayrest would
be able to read his displeasure.
"If you please, I've work waiting for me. These introductions can
continue later, can they not?"
