Rhonda
A Guard at the House of Justice
The House of Justice, the Irons, Tonate Proper

"Halt!" A muscular man, clad in a teal jerkin and dark leather armor, was the first to take notice of the Terresolian nobles.

He was no one of note. Because the King's court was closed on festival days, there were long lines of townspeople that were waiting to receive justice or hear from one of the King's many justiciars. He had been positioned to make sure that the line stayed unruly. The Mainlanders, who he was sure were more accustomed to spitting on smallfolk then waiting behind them, were going to make his job harder. He sighed.

The guard had seen many mainlanders wait patiently in these lines, side-by-side with the most filthy and depraved that Tonate Proper had to offer. These Mainlanders did not seem so open minded. Simply by the way that the group had sauntered up, without a doubt "Amazed" At the concept that Tonate Proper was not a collection of mud huts, had told them all he needed to know.

"Did someone rob you, Mainlander?"
Felicia
**Cyprien de Lysse**
**The House of Justice - The Irons - Tonate Proper**

Seemingly oblivious to the guard's question, the line and fact that the court was closed, or his total lack of subtlety; the velvet lord proceded to make his introduction:

"My name is Cyprien de Lysse, lord of the Grey Hills of Terresol. I am here to meet the Pirate King, as per his invitation."

The lord struck the guard as a theatrical character: the haughty demeanor he carried himself with, the ostentatious aspect of his retinue and their banners, the instinctive lack of attention he paid to his surroundings. All gave the impression of an actor playing the part a flamboyant king on a stage. Even the delivery of his introduction treaded the line between the overly serious and casual confidence.
Dean
Fleur De Lysse
The Irons, Tonate Proper

As they walked, Fleur couldn't believe her eyes at how extraordinarily colorful everything is. The warmth the sun brought to her face seemed almost otherworldly. The whole experience almost felt like a dream, but Fleur knew that for once her dreams were actually happening. The young girl had always wanted to see the world, and now she was getting a small taste of it.

Though, a slight pout was brought to her lips as she heard the words of her father. She waited until he had turned and begun walking, her feet moving to follow.

"Don't worry- he doesn't know what he's talking about." Fleur shook her head, smiling lightly at Lady Calypso as the other woman walked beside her.

It wasn't a very long walk until it had seemed like they got to where they were going, and Fleur fell silent as her father spoke to the man. Though, her eyes quite conveyed the excitement and wonder the new place had brought her.
Tom
Calypso Kolgrim 
The House of Justice, The Irons, Tonate Proper

Calypso bit her tongue to keep her mouth shut, but still reserved a kind smile to Fleur who had reassured her, although she did not correct her father's error. The two walking side by on the unfamiliar streets of the capital, enchanted by the wonderful colors and completely different architecture choices, exchanging light jokes and pointing at things that fascinated them or confused them. 

Once they finally arrived at their destination Calypso could barely hold back her amusement as a soldier spoke up to the De Lysse nobleman as if he was no better than any of the commoners standing in line. But again the man gave her no satisfaction, acting like he was above everything and anyone, ignoring his surroundings and the questions to him made.
Like father like son after all.
Rhonda
The Guardsman 
The House of Justice, the Irons, Tonate Proper

_"Barer give me strength."_ The guard grumbled, watching as the lines of men and women quickly began to take notice of the Mainlander Lord with his retinue of guards. 

"Go back to the Ir—" The Guard began, but turned back inside the building to call for more men. Very quickly, men in a similar garb began to pour through the tall bloodstone doorway. A strange hissing sound began to come from the crowd. An old woman, her dark skin brindeled with creme colored hatchmarks, began to growl at them. Her hair, thick and matted, swung in heavy vines. She spit at their feet and began to howl. It traveled through the air like a siren's call, but with an inhuman quality like a beast or a ghost. Others joined the call, and from the crowd, a stone was whipped against the shields of one of the Terresolian Guards. _At least he wasn't Araedian._

"Escort them back to the 'angman's 'arbour." The guard commanded them, and very quickly, before they could command the attention of anyone else. "Leave! Get them tha fuck out of 'ere!" The King would hear about this, and when he did, he would not be pleased.

With two escorts dragging them along, the group made their way back to the Hangman's Harbor, in front of the garish Mainlander ship. The men that stood around them made no motion to speak to Lord de Lysse. Although they were dutiful in their watch, they clearly had better places to be.