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.