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Clay's gaze tightened slightly at the other, eyeing him up and down while he spoke. He was the same level as man, though far more underweight and lengthy. As far as he could tell the other was calm and collected. No hint of his lie within sight.

Holding his breath, the emerald gaze continued to pierce through the other before he drew a pawstep back, his bent tail tucking between the confine of his hind legs as he lowered his front half. How odd. "I have never heard of such a thing...I ask that you forgive my outburst, dear lord..."

It pained Clay to speak such words, to grovel in front of the other. He couldn't explain the air Takashi gave off—unsettling if anything. It shook his bones, embedding deep with his flesh along with slight fear of the man's arrogance. "I am Clay Apaata. Price of Easthollow. Brother to Ira, leader of Kaisteloki." He sounded, still frozen bound to the earth below where he was level with the emperor's paws.