Our entrance is perfectly timed. The halls are clear to the ballroom, and there is nobody in line to enter when we arrive. The disciple in charge of announcing guests freezes when we appear, gaping open mouthed until Karl pokes him.
"Announcing Lord Karl of Arcana and The Young Miss" he stammers out and the room goes deathly silent as everyone stares at us. The trance is broken when a wine goblet falls from one of the Dragonkin Sect Master's hands, clattering to the floor as he stands frozen.
"You two look amazing, like proper Royalty" Sect Master Qin greets us with a smile.
"That's because they are" The Dragonkin Sect Master corrects him.
"Sect Master Kel'Dahn of the Bronze Claw Sect" he introduces himself "I wasn't aware that any High Priests remained in this world. We haven't seen one in well over a thousand years. I would know, I'm the oldest living Dragonkin left."
