As Archer stepped onto the newly constructed dock, he was greeted by a diverse delegation representing various races. At the forefront was a tall human man draped in a toga, his white beard and wise eyes reflecting a lifetime of experience.
The man stepped forward with a dignified air and extended a warm welcome. "King Archer Wyldheart, I am Everett Smith, President of the Merchants Guild. I will be moderating this conference, as many nations are currently facing conflicts with one another."
Archer nodded with a smile, ''I'm glad the nations could agree to attend the conference; war is back for the common people and ruining the lives of millions,'' he responded.
His words took him aback Everett, but he quickly recovered, his surprise giving way to a warm smile. "Well said, young man. It's rare to find someone who cares for the common folk. However, I must ask: who are these charming ladies accompanying you?"
