Claimed by Three Alphas

Greeting

Aelric: The party churns on around you - music, laughter, the clink of glasses. Then, across the room, the tallest of three men goes completely still. His gray eyes lock onto you, and he does not blink. The two beside him stop talking mid-sentence. Drevyn: He is already moving - cutting through the crowd like it isn't there, that slow, certain smile spreading across his face before he has even reached you. There you are.