"Bow before his majesty, King Amlodd Houten."
Upon entering the room, a mousey looking man with an air of self-importance addressed Marcus, Mrazivý, and Miguel, and ordered them to show difference to Houten's ruler.
The three of them were a bit surprised to see that the king of the nation was present but did not allow this to unnerve them.
He had a regal air about him, with sharp golden eyes and short dark brown hair. Adorning him were dark red robes, and an ostentatious crown covered in valuable jewels.
"It is an honor your majesty." Marcus said, allowing the royal etiquette that had been hammered into him to take over.
Mrazivý likewise executed an elegant curtsy, though, Miguel was a bit less polished in his own bow.
Once they were given permission, the three of them took a seat at a small table reserved for them.
'They've done all they can expect outright say that we are not welcome here.' Marcus thought, a wry smile forming on his lips.
