"If you insist," Rebat said, with no small sense of confusion. The culture of the dracon nobility seemed incredibly complicated and exotic. What could take the grand prince a whole day to prepare for when meeting with diplomats? Rughoi, under all the lofty airs he likes to put on, kept the court simple and quick. To speak to His Might, one would walk in the room he occupies, bow, and begin speaking. He would listen, and make his ruling, even if those people had just come out of battle or waded through quicksand. Still, though, to disrespect local culture would make diplomacy fall apart before it had even began. "A wash might actually do me some good. If you would kindly show me where I may find a rag and clean myself?"