The Bright team decided to wait for the Vismont side for another hour or two to let them rest, helping out the guards handle the mobs as they did so.
It was very clustered due to their numbers, but it was all people so they didn't mind. It was actually quite fun, like a sleepover in daylight and without the sleeping-in-peace part.
In the midst of this, the handsome blonde Micheal, surrounded by his cronies and had plenty of airspace, was approached by a similarly handsome man with wavy ash-blonde hair and a gentle expression.
Micheal saw and recognized it as the Lord of the other territory Altera extended their hands towards.
He also heard this guy was especially unfortunate.
Micheal's blue eyes passed over the other man and then to his sister who had an 80% likeness to him.
"Matthew White," Matthew said, extending his hand to the other man. "Lord of Vismont."
"Micheal Berti." The blonde said, taking the handshake. "Lord of Bright."
