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Indeed it was not the auspicious time it should have been with an end put to the war and the young ruler’s crowning drawing near. That he is cognizant of their nobles’ limited time warms her, and also the smile she’s entreated with.

“Our Queen is generous,” she reveals as a consolation. “The kingdom will wish to make orderly relations with its neighbors.” Perhaps even one so plainly spoken as this peasant man. 

“I am servant to the Queen, Eset. It is nice to meet you, Alphus,” she serves a charmed look in kind. As the Mazoi answers her call she will direct the visitor with a gesture of her nose up the face of Lion’s Head, flanked on either side by the Palace guards.

“Please, follow me. Watch your step, the mesa can be steep. And do remember, it is customary to bow before our nobility,” She instructs the man with a sidelong glance.

At the sprawling summit she will bring Alphus to where Prince @Senmut will receive him, a prolonged kneel taken first before rising to present their guest.

“Prince Senmut, Erpa-ha of Akashingo. This is Alphus, neighbor to the Red Land.”

She looks between them a moment before fading back.