Tyler smiled and pulled her close, his arm round her waist again,
"Come my fair lady, we have drinking to catch up on" he chuckled lightly, guiding her to the bar.
As he passed the main doors, a crowd was seen clearly in the main hall, fancy pants and expensive coats. This was fantasic, he was trying to find a needle in a haystack. And then he had to kill the needle, and show Djinn a good time.
As they neared the bar, a man of nobility made a bold move by crossing their path. He held out a hand and smiled a toothy grin.
"My name is Lord Muffleworth, a pleasure to meet you mister...?" the fat man babbled, shaking Tyler's hand
"My name is-" Tyler stopped and raised his hand, reading off a small card "Count Percival Merriweatherwaterloocox-Wellesley the Fourth of Welling" he paused after reading that, and concealed his laughter by coughing,
"Oh how rude of me" the fat man chortled, bowing to Djinn, "A pleasure to meet you Countess, is it?"
