At this moment, the young man whom Dandrew had knocked out before stood up.
He placed his palm against his head, wincing in pain, before stumbling out with a limp.
A few seconds after the door shut behind him, a pair of guys took Dandrew's unconscious body and heaved it out of the door as well.
As they dusted their hands, smoking their cigars, the door shut behind them.
At once, the entire bar broke out into another peal of laughter, as the mood switched right back to what it was from before.
'I guess that happens often around here...' Lyrian mused, turning to face the young man in front of him once again.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
The young man promptly introduced himself but didn't whisper.
As he smiled, he exclaimed, "I am Hyst Von Haven, son of Oben Von Haven, and rightful heir to my family head." He said it loud and clear so everyone could hear.
