Though his eyes were initially set on the child and his family, Pulren's attention naturally gravitated to the nearby Wave Guardsmen and their uniforms. He knew that one day he would also be among their ranks, protecting his seaside home and the interests of Laviku. His feet began to shuffle toward the growing circle of people near the family. He did his best to remain in the background for the moment, preferring to observe. Pal was always bursting into a group of people and being so obvious. Pulren was well aware from his years in the back of conversations that sometimes they were the best seats in the house.
He could hear the child's father speaking to a very serious looking fellow and one of the Kelp Bar girls. He watched as the latter then seemed to flourish toward the Guardsmen and it suddenly occurred to Pulren that the father was a Guardsman himself. This brought him to at least the middle of the conversation, his blending in not so secretive now. His eyes and attention brightened as it became clear that the Sergeant was someone that he needed to meet and speak to.
There was no real way to do it in a nonchalant manner, so Pulren at least waited for the Sergeant to stop speaking. Unlike his dead Uncle, Pulren was not one to crash into folks so blatantly. The child seemed to notice him first, since he had little else to do besides be cute and enjoy the love of his parents. Pulren then found himself standing close enough to join the conversation, so he did.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was hearing what you said about the Wave Guard. I know about the Trial to become a Guard, but what about recruitment? Do you just go up to the headquarters and sign up?" He could tell that Pal's brashness was coming out in him, so he took a breath and tried to clean up his act a little. "I'm Pulren Marsh, by the way." His eyes and respectful nods went to the Sergeant he spoke to, then the ladies present, then the Guardsmen and finally to the serious fellow that had piqued this topic of interest in the first place.
He could hear the child's father speaking to a very serious looking fellow and one of the Kelp Bar girls. He watched as the latter then seemed to flourish toward the Guardsmen and it suddenly occurred to Pulren that the father was a Guardsman himself. This brought him to at least the middle of the conversation, his blending in not so secretive now. His eyes and attention brightened as it became clear that the Sergeant was someone that he needed to meet and speak to.
There was no real way to do it in a nonchalant manner, so Pulren at least waited for the Sergeant to stop speaking. Unlike his dead Uncle, Pulren was not one to crash into folks so blatantly. The child seemed to notice him first, since he had little else to do besides be cute and enjoy the love of his parents. Pulren then found himself standing close enough to join the conversation, so he did.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was hearing what you said about the Wave Guard. I know about the Trial to become a Guard, but what about recruitment? Do you just go up to the headquarters and sign up?" He could tell that Pal's brashness was coming out in him, so he took a breath and tried to clean up his act a little. "I'm Pulren Marsh, by the way." His eyes and respectful nods went to the Sergeant he spoke to, then the ladies present, then the Guardsmen and finally to the serious fellow that had piqued this topic of interest in the first place.