He glowered slightly but didn't make things difficult for Ramon. Arren leaned on his seat and folded his arms in front of him. His intimidating phoenix eyes stared ahead of him. The banquet hall was beginning to be crowded, and some of the influential nobles from different factions arrived.
Arren roamed his eyes around, but he still hadn't seen his father and the old nobles; at this moment, the younger generation was the only one filling up the hall. However, they also had their own group based on status and the faction they were in.
He sneered in his heart; this was also one of the things he hated about these kinds of events. Socializing with others was required, especially for the slightly lower-status nobles to curry the favor of those nobles with higher status than themselves. As a son of the Duke and even from a royal faction, it was fortunate that Arren could skip this part entirely.
