The delegates are welcomed into the still building in process camp and led to camp in the center and checked by a tall man supposed from Rossija speaking a weird Greek dialect, after making they are clear of any trouble the delegates are invited into the tents of the great admiral.
Honestly speaking to their surprise, the admiral completely does not look like any other military leaders they have ever met before being arrogant and bossy about every particular stuff, he is more like a regular teenager in his late twenties being young and intimate as they speak to them.
"Admiral." The five delegates bowed to ninety degrees before the admiral with their hands on their chests showing obedience and respect. "We are the delegates send here by the citizens, may you allow us humble beings to pay you the highest respect we can offer and accept our miserable offerings."
