The Exiled Prince

Sitri stopped in enough time to not hit the youth before him. He was a large male, but he was not without agility and a small amount of grace. He would never bowl anyone over, unless he was planning on attacking them. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight though, and the boy had called for someone to pass the time with, so there was no real sense in fighting.

Sitri is sorry there, what was your name? He tilted his head waiting for an answer to his question of name. Sitri chuckled softly, his chuckle the warmest part of him, Well hello, Would not say Sitri is a gentlemen though.