Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

A figure, dark and wide appeared to him like a shadow, their looming frame casting a dark reflection over Evien before shoving the poor soul to the side with a force too strong to be taken as playful. Clay grimaced at that, pulling his frown back and eyebrows taunt in question. It reminded him a bit of Nightwalkers... which the stranger shared likeness to another in his time there, and it wasn't until they voiced their familiarity that the Easthollian's gears clicked and recognition flooded his mind.

Revui. He knew the man, of his temper and sour attitude much like his own.

But he wasn't going to let the scum get to him without a game, and with a smirk Clay gracefully tipped his head to the side, revealing the underside of his throat as if it was a treat to the beast of his nightmares. "I believe you're mistaken. I don't quite know who you are," he said sweetly.

And there was the onslaught, bickering and threats before his eyes. It amused the boy, and when a new stranger approached Clay straightened up and hid his smirk to a gentle smile as he met their gaze. "My, my, seems like Ursus has quite a bit of trouble inside," he stated, his voice still composed and cool. "My name is Clay Apaata, Prince of Easthollow. Your neighbor, as I mentioned to Evien here."