As the boy blessed by the gods looked out his breathtaking view of the city, only one thing was on his mind as he beheld the Takaga castle:
"Het ziet eruit als een reus-"
*AHEM*
The unfinished sentence was cut off with the clearing of his throat by the leading priest as they spoke in their native tongue. 
"Ik zal voor je vertalen op de vergadering, maar ik wil dat je een geconcentreerde inspanning te leveren bij het ​​proberen te begrijpen op uw eigen. Hier bespreken we: 
'Ochtend, dag, nacht, hem, haar, het, eten, drinken, slapen, wekken, leven, sterven, zien, horen, ruiken, voelen, proeven, geven, nemen, ontvangen.' Ya?"

"Morning, day, night, him, her, it, eat, drink, sleep, wake, live, die, see, hear, smell, touch, taste, give, take, receive."

"Prachtig, goed genoeg voor nu, jurk en wij zullen gaan."

Soon the boy was dismissing his evening wear to a strange set of over-robes, these had to be ceremonial for the many layers he was suffering through. The silk was lighter than the linen and leather he was used to but its cut was unfamiliar and constricting to his small but broad shoulders. Down the stairs they went into a carriage where assorted breakfast awaited them of both Danishes and Dangos. 

The ride was smooth but brief as they ate in mostly silence while the priest pointed to things for the boy to identify. before they exited the carriage they shared a prayer in Latin and exited the carriage with the boy now keeping a sword across his back as he was too small to keep it on his hip. With all the reverence and humility an eight year old disowned by his family can muster, he entered the castle that looked like a giant-*AHEM*