Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-29458028-20151121132034

Sebastien continued to drink throughout the converstation of the men, although he kept listening. The converstation had piqued his interest, much like how the Auroran Prince coming to the lands had seemed mundane to most, but had piqued his interest, 11 odd years ago, when he was but 16, and still had his left hand.

When he noticed they left, Sebastien himself threw a pouch of Septims on the table, and decided to trail them himself. His dark coat and very common way of dress allowed him to blend into both crowds and the night. One more mistake the Auroran Prince made - he dressed in all white, and so stood out like a leucistic peacock in the night.

Then again, Sebastien knew he shouldn't compare himself that way. An otherworldly prince probably had magic he didn't ... and magic in their lands probably wasn't about doing illegal things and dodgy rituals. Still, instead of just his musings, Sebastien decided to listen closely to the men, as he stalked them from a safe distance.