The lord nods. "That's refreshing in this world. Honesty. I appreciate it."
He sighs deeply. "Look at this manor. A Ravarian monstrosity. Marble pillars? Really? Tomos loved Ravarian culture too much. Their language, their buildings. Traitorous behavior, no? We didn't fight off their invasion a millennia and a half ago only to adopt their ways."
A soldier enters the throne room from behind you. He speaks rapidly in Kroridian, too fast for you to translate. You're still rusty with the language.
Lord Moren gestures in the air with a hand. "On lat arim." Let her in.
The soldier bows, turns around, and heads back to the door.
The lord sighs and says, "No more chit-chat. Here comes Her Majesty."
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