Besides being a Lieutenant under Captain Krysaos, Tycondrius was a Lieutenant of the Sea Wolf Marine Fleet. Considering that he was speaking to a woman of the Kingdom, as well as the fact that she was observing proper military decorum... the latter title had substantially more weight.
Tycon waited through several moments of silence.
He did not mind. It was likely the woman beyond was perplexed as to why an unfamiliar male was requesting to speak with her.
The extra preparation time allowed him to smooth out his coat and trousers with his hands.
The voice finally beckoned, in the Kingdom's Old Language, "(Permission granted.)"
Upon entering the room, Tycon tried not to grimace at the effects in the Ship Captain's room so decayed. Proud flags, discolored and full of holes. Expensive maps, yellowed and cracked. With the general undeath magic suffusing everything about them, it was something that couldn't be helped.
