"I have," Cloud replied. He noticed that Riku was leaning on his accent, and that was probably a good idea. He needed to start identifying himself if anyone was going to be remembered. The blue roses were a very good start.
"Good Afternoon," came the general chime from the table. The men around then were quite curious as to who their Prince had deposited at their table so marked.
The Council member across from Cloud wasn't terribly interested, but the sons were. "I do not believe we have met?" the older asked politely. He held his hand out over the table. "Soren Blakely." He nudged his brother, who set down his cup. "Roger Blakely," he added his own introduction. "Are you Trabian, Sir?"