Lyon crossed his arm as he looked at the two guards, "Your emperor wanted to see me."
One of the guards looked at him carefully from head to toe. The garment that Lyon wore was nothing sort of common in this area. The guard couldn't figure out why would a man wore something that looked like a skirt. (Is he, is he a performer?) the thought was shared with his partner.
"A-hem," the guard made a fake cough, "I've heard no such thing nor a notice for that matter that the emperor will be meeting anyone."
The guard looked at the surroundings and saw no official carriages nor any type of transportation that proved Lyon to be someone important. He could only swear that he was a performer but there was no prior notice for that.
"Hmm, are you sure?" muttered Lyon.
"Yes, I'm sure, you... uh... are you a performer by chance?" asked the guard.
