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[H1][colour=slategray]Sigfast Ogmundsson[/colour][/h1]
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Vertion. A wretched hive of scum and villainy. Or at least, that's how it seemed to Sigfast Ogmundsson. To any other outsider it must have looked beautiful, but he failed to appreciate it. Of course the buildings were impressive, but it was too warm. Where was the snow? Did they even have snow here? Clad in the hide of some poor creature, probably a bear he skinned, his forehead was red with perspiration. He did look out of place in the streets of Vertion, leading to the Chateau de Momfort, where he was expected to spend the upcoming social season. He was much taller than most, with large hands and feet, not wearing the finery that most of the other nobles were wearing. If he removed the bear pelt, he may have fit in, but he wanted it to be known that he was not of the same ilk of every other noble.

As he entered the Chateau he began to regret his decision to visit Vertion. He wanted to get revenge on Vertion, as they had abused his people for years, but surely there was a better way than to go to their social season. He told himself to calm down, he was only nervous because this was his first time. He stood in the entrance, doing his best to observe what the other people did. They seemed to be greeting the royals. Ah, yes, he had been given a drinking horn to present the royals as a gesture of good will.

He turned to the servant, murmuring "[b][colour=slategray]'Scuse me, do y' think y' could announce me? That's what most people do, right?[/colour][/b]" The bemused looking servant nodded. Sigfast gave his name, which the servant yelled with gusto as he descended the stairs. He nodded at the servant, narrowly avoiding tripping over his own feet.

He made his way over to the table where the King and Queen regent were sitting, awkwardly kneeling. "[b][colour=slategray]Y' royal highnesses, my name is Sigafst Ogmundsson, the Prince of Grimmrheimr, one of the most powerful clans in Lygarthien. Vertion has been a worthy ally for many years, and we should like to give you this gift as a sign of goodwill.[/colour][/b]" He placed the ivory drinking horn on their table, before standing and bowing his head. "[b][colour=slategray]G'day, y' highnesses.[/colour][/b]" He hoped that he seemed confident, but he kept stuttering.

He walked into the crowd, trying not to look at his feet. He found himself sitting next to a red haired woman wearing the most amazing hat he had ever seen. Well, he thought she was a woman. She was sipping wine, studying the royals. He decided he may as well find an ally, so he leaned down to whisper to her "[b][colour=slategray]I must say, y', um, hat is very unique. Um, but in a good way. It's very, what's the word, ebullient, if y' can call a hat that. It suits you, I think.[/colour][/b]" His lips curled into something approaching a smile. "[b][colour=slategray]I'm Sigfast Ogmundsson, of Lygarthien. And this is my first social, so sorry if I offend y' in some way.[/colour][/b]" He took her free hand in both of his, firmly squeezing it before releasing it.