123 Erom Stuttin is the Man.

A young man with curly dark hair was trotting up riding an equally black hair. The messengers bowed. “Your Majesty.” Immediately, whispers of, “It's the prince. That's the prince!” filled the air behind him. There was a great shuffling of feet immediately. Erom however ignored all of that and looked up at the prince. “Gavadiol,” he said momentarily, forgetting to address him by any title. “What are you doing here?” Gavadiol jumped down from the horse. “Erom, what do you think I'm doing here? To haul your lazy ass back to Lara's place of course. Where on earth did you disappear to? Who do you think you're leaving the running of this city to?” Erom looked back to find the entire Stuttin clan, at least the ones that were in the house crowded around the door and they were all, especially the older men gaping at him like they had not seen him before. “Did you just call him by his first name?” One of them stuttered, pointing from the prince to the blond lad. “Erm, well, we both cal