Someone turned on a magitech music box, and soon there was dancing and singing to go with the darts game, and the party turned from sedate to borderline rowdy.
Dominic took the chance to pull the Mayor's son aside for a moment.
"Happy birthday. I know that I'm making everyone a bit nervous with the title and all. But it's good to get to know everyone. You and your friends will be running Castle City within the next decade, and we've never gotten to meet."
The young nobleman smiled, his short blonde hair perfectly arranged, and in direct contrast to the disarray of his clothes.
"While that is true, you're a bit of a legend. People like me don't expect to meet you in person. I mean, you're THE Butcher of Wistover, you've got a kill count higher than most regular army regiments, and you invented half of the gear that the army is implementing now.
I heard that you even showed up in some cool new party bus."
