"So, North. It's okay calling you North, right?"
"Yeah..." Northern nodded as he followed Braham.
They had entered the castle and were currently walking amongst the throng, having to endure the wicked odors from different people.
Some very wicked odors indeed.
"Which country are you from?" Braham asked as he skillfully navigated their way.
One could tell he was used to this atmosphere.
'Getting used to a place like this... I don't know which is more wicked, this or the Kingdom of Red Mine.'
He exhaled sharply before responding to Braham.
"Verulania."
Braham's eyes circled. "Wow... pretty cool, you're from the impregnable Kingdom of Verulania. Interesting, interesting..."
"Yeah... but I lived in the countryside though, the capital border to be precise."
Northern caught a glimpse of a disdainful look, but Braham was wearing a warm smile before he could confirm.
'Did I imagine it?'
