@rawtalents; for lorent location: the upper markets of the grand agora in mahruqleigh.
he knew lorent would find him eventually. not that ryker was worried. as much as the youngest prince tried to blend into the crowd, more for his sake and the commoners than trying to obscure himself from his royal guard, ryker didn't go out of his way to remain hidden. still, ryker was enjoying himself. he wasn't completely carefree like a typical party prince, which he couldn't even be classified as β they weren't really something he partook in; no, that was a little more his older brother's circle and mailk himself wasn't typical either.
the brunette trained (and studied) hard days and nights and as such allowed himself some fun in the city; even if it was frowned upon. he knew it wasn't always safe but ryker was more than capable of protecting himself in the streets β and he knew well enough not go venture to the more shady parts of the city. the young feinhalnaar had already imbibed some alcohol at a non-descript tavern; this one in particular becoming a bit of a regular haunt of his, even if he tended to rotate establishments so as to retain a little anonymity. it was certainly a little foolish he knew, especially since his fingers tend to go into places it shouldn't. (occasionally he even returned his spoils for he had no practical need of them, leaving his marks none the wiser.) he had no qualms about getting caught, confident in his skills, though he was sure the guards that worked around these parts would not recognise him at all or call him a fraud or petty thief trying to pose as someone they shouldn't if he ever was apprehended, in possession of the royal seal or not. and then he'd really be in all sorts of trouble.
so there he was fresh out of the tavern, a little lighter on his feet as he turned into an alleyway when he felt a presence. eyes glowing with magic ready to defend himself if need be before the familiar tingling sensation hit him as he turned around... and then a hard body hit him too, pinning him onto the ground while ryker held back on unleashing the arcane, though his hands, hot with unspent flames, came to grip at the weight upon him. eyes returning to their normal hue, sparkling with mischief as he came face to face with the lord commander of the kingsguard. "took you long enough." this little game they played. ryker smirked, "getting slower in your age?" though no disrespect marred his words; he certainly liked the older ones.
