Shion jumped to his feet as Nykyrian entered the room. He noticed and frowned, how did the prince have so many scars? What had happened? He felt like he should know. Such things would be part of history after all.

Perhaps it was because Shion had never learned history. But that wasn't right either, as it? He took a breath, focussing. "I will get you something sir, you don't have to steal Dagger's food."