[center]Realm of Manram, Capital District, Holy Palace of the Gu’Shedal

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The scene had displayed itself as quite the main attraction between both guests and those local ambassadors from the smaller cities of Manram, even the Northern Districts head, Khalid Fuhdir, who was quite notorious with being busy during these times of events, was present and accounted for, hitting it off quite well with the Western Districts head, Fumi Sulid and a couple of foreign diplomats and a baron, but even Khalid Fuhdir was caught by surprise and almost jumped to his feet from the very comfortably made chair. ‘’Mundi-...!’’ But he was quickly dragged down by Fumi, for she had already seen the situation that the Gu’Shedal had gotten himself into, and whilst the others may look upon it as an attraction of laughter and hilarity, the Gu’Shedal was a firsthand witness, and through this he’d work his magic.

Mundir knew quite well that the stories of the fantastic cities of Manram had leaked into the outside world, stories and tales of what’d take place within the great walls of his nation have already spread across the globe, and that was the main reason there were so many politically important individuals present. Before him was one such person. But unlike common belief he was no brute, he preferred the more civilized approach, kindness can buy gold if you distribute it correctly.

‘’Haha… No need to worry yourself, young one. Like I’ve already mentioned, I am happy to converse with anyone, especially those of the new generation.’’ He spoke, kindly, and with a smile, it would seem impossible for this individual to be unkind with the display of both facial expressions and voice tone that Mundir had just preformed. And with a subtle tap on the girl’s shoulder, only to place his hand, just as kindly, on her shoulder. ‘’Don’t leave me now, it’d be more interesting to speak with you rather than some aristocrat from the other world.’’ Mundir smiled, laughing gently at the remark he’d just made.

‘’Now, tell me your name, I am certain you already know mine, but I am saddened that such only goes so far.’’ Imperia was slowly making herself more and more known by slowly, and steadily, introducing herself in silence to the conversation, taking her side next to Mundir, she made herself more than visible to the perpetrator. Who had dared walk into the face of her own lord, her own ruler. Her gentle and white skin had been covered with the slight red tints of irritation, she was, needless to say, a slight bit angered by what had happened to her lord, and unlike Mundir, she was not acting friendly.

‘’Do you ACTUALLY know what you’ve d-‘’ She was cut of quickly, not by anyone but the Gu’Shedal himself. ‘’Imperia, please…’’ He stated, turning only slightly so that Imperia came into his field of view. ‘’She is but a child, no need to engross yourself in your own temper.’’ With that Mundir turned back rather swiftly, awaiting the girls reply.

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A man, throned by night like hair, clad in cloth equaling the quality of his own ruler, he was truly magnificent, and around him was a gathering of many. Many whom come from the outside world, not from within Manram’s borders. His name remained a mystery for now, but his very appearance clad him in the titles an ’Important Person’ would find themselves in command of. 

Being continuously bombarded by questions regarding politics and national affairs, he was quite forced into acting as a second host in the name of his great lord. But soon time to breathe would relieve him of his troubles, and a chance to reach for a drink or two would show itself yet again. Whilst this man held the natural beauties to rival even the finest women of Manram, he had never been in any sort of prolonged relationship, this was mainly due to, not only his name, but also his title.

Unknowingly to any but the highest ranking Manram Generals and the Order heads, this man was Eradioq, but on this gathering he was known as Eradi Oktus, a great general of Manrams Great Wall Garrisons. Upon his sights he would find an interesting figure standing idly by the serving table, upon his arrival to take his own glass of Manram gachil, (equals wine) he felt the need to make himself known.

‘’Hello, do you need any assistance?’’ A mysterious grin making its way across his face, yet the cold gaze of the moon would show their true colors in the eyes of this man, as he’d stare, yet smile upon this individual, with both kindness and coldheartedness.[/center]