Dalaran , Kul Tiras

I stroke my beard. What a curious man. Better keep an eye on him.

Next I have a servant ask the King for a diplomatic meeting about the futures of our two homelands and their mutual interests.

[OOC: The following is assuming he accepts the invitation.]

I sit in my chair until the monarch arrives. He does look a bit like his father, but I know they are different. All so different.

"Welcome, King Proudmoore." I say while standing up and bowing deeply. "I am honoured you grace our small town with your presence." I gesture for a servant to bring us the finest Venegian wines. They pour us both glasses with quick precision.

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