"My Lords!" Drystan quickly bowed respectfully towards the three men before him. Though it had been some time since their last encounter, their faces were still familiar to him.
One of the men gestured for Drystan to raise his head. "I thought you might not recognise us," the eldest son remarked with a smile.
Drystan replied, "Why wouldn't I? We have met at Sir Navin's wedding and several occasions at the palace when I escorted His Highness."
"Yes, you have quite a good memory," the second son added.
"I don't believe you have met this person before," stated the third son, pointing towards the elderly man standing beside them.
Curiosity piqued, Drystan turned his gaze towards the old man, trying to recollect any previous encounters. However, he shook his head, unable to place where he had met the elderly gentleman before.
