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"Nothing besides television my Prince." He responded in a respectful tone. He began to wonder about his brother. 'Prince Arlen of the Mercenary Elite'. Maybe Aericel had heard wrong, maybe it wasn't Arlen's name that came from the messenger. Either way he would have a talk with his brother later. He let out a lightly stressed sigh.

Aericel was aware that the Princes were also twins like himself and Arlen. "That sounds interesting." His words were slightly distracted. He was worried, and confused. He needed to see his brother, but he did not want to interrupt him of anything important. When he is done with training he would find Aericel himself or open up their connection. "Me and brother also used to do that. Now we can't find the time anymore. I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself my Prince. My name is Aericel. Me and my brother are the newest additions to Devoncroix."

"Of course my Prince." All of sudden footsteps could be heard from down the hall. Aericel turned to see Cynthia and her four guard. "Prince Azaral. What an unexpected surprise." She nodded her head to him in respect and the guard bowed before him. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked curiously then she glanced at Aericel surprised he was still here.

Cynthia looked at Prince Azaral, "I would love to, however I have many report I must look over and attend to." Aericel felt his brother's connection open up then shortly after heard hard footsteps against the floor of the hallway. Arlen walked up to the door and saw his brother and smiled brightly, "You'll never guess what I learned today." Cynthia admired Arlen, the young Prince of the Mercenary Elites. "Hello Prince Arlen." Cynthia addressed him formally. The guards bowed before him and both Arlen and Aericel were baffled by it. "So I wasn't imagining things." Aericel muttered. "Prince?" Arlen asked confused. "You are a part of Prufalas's blood line now, no?" Aericel's eyes widened in amazement. "Yeah, but that doesn't make me a Prince." Cynthia chuckled and pulled out a piece of paper that was being handed out by the Elites to all the superiors of the Pack. The same which Prince Azaral received not too long ago. She handed it to Arlen. "Prince Arlen of the Mercenary Elites...?" Arlen read it over, "Adopted as her son...?" A slight grin emerged on his face. "Congrats bro." Aericel smiled, although his smiled masked an envy for his brother. "Cynthia took the paper back, "Prufalas has a arranged aroom for you among the Elite grounds. I hope you don't mind sharing with Aericel." Arlen smiled, "Of course not. Wanna check out the room bro?" Aericel looked back at Prince Azaral, "I would but I promised Prince Azaral to go hunt with him." Arlen nodded his head, "Alright I'm going to shower then. I need to refresh before training again. See ya." Arlen left and Aericel turned to Prince Azaral, "Ready to go?"

Aericel and Cynthia exchanged stares and Cynthia chuckled slightly as she entered her room and shut the door behind her. Aericel walked out of the apartment and shut the door behind him waiting for the Prince to lead the way.

Aericel shook his head no. "I've only been here in the Apartments and at the Elite's training grounds. That's pretty much it. I've haven't got the opportunity to go hunting recently." He shrugged slightly, forcing the thought of his brother from his mind.

Aericel looked at his arm that was over his shoulder and eyed it suspiciously then examined the Prince. "Alright." He followed the Prince not really worrying too much about anything. He had plenty of time before he had to report back to Alexis. He glanced around and began to wonder where his guards were. A Prince was never suppose to be without guards, but he did not want to raise the question and upset him.

Aericel shook his head, "It's nothing." Aericel eyes began to see the field. It seemed like pretty nice place for a hunt, and the whether was not bad either. He took in the breathe of fresh air without having the feeling of having to defend himself from death. It would at least give him some time to recover from training.