As you sit down and order your drink at the Scuffed Velvet Inn, the door opens to admit a very regal and not to mention tall man. Two guards flank him at each side, yet they seem to moreso be walking with him than guarding him. He catches smiles across the room and smiles back, walking over to the bar not in a sauntery or a marchy way, but just simply walking. The bartender stops talking to another customer to attend to the prince but he waves the bartender off, telling him to take his time.
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