Silver Moon City, Half-Elf Palace.
As though oblivious to anyone else, Colin sat high on the throne, his left index finger, adorned with a crystal ring, lightly tapping on the purple-gold armrest. He leisurely watched the envoy from the eastern border bow to him.
"Honorable guardian of the North Territory, Count Angler, on behalf of Duke St. Prowse, ruler of the eastern border, I offer you our sincerest apologies for the actions of Marquis Vincent! I hope you can remember the centuries-long friendship between the eastern border and the North Territory, and forgive Marquis Vincent for his lack of vigilance and mistakes made in the heat of the moment."
The envoy from the eastern border was a young man with a fair complexion. His short beard was obviously well-groomed. There was a faint trace of reserved pride in his brow, and his noble ceremonial dress indicated he was a viscount.
"Viscount Fein, you've just rushed over from Alfalfa City, correct?" Colin asked with a broad smile.
