"Pleased to meet you, Blade of Frontiers. At your service." The young man bowed to the two of them. Although he wore the humblest of clothes and his face bore all the marks of a life spent traveling the roads, his straight spine and refined manner of speech clearly betrayed a privileged upbringing.
"An Upper City accent. I'd know it anywhere," Astarion murmured quietly behind Ethemon.
Nodding in quiet realization, Ethemon smiled and replied to the young man, curious to see what he wanted. They had seen each other briefly during the skirmish at the Grove's gates, but Ethemon had been too preoccupied with his own affairs to speak with him then. Now that the man had sought him out directly, what could his purpose be?
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