Hearing the footsteps of what brought the two here, Marcial felt a sudden rush surging through his body like a nervous flood striking his slightly debilitated muscles. "Ah, she's coming," the old man declared. Snatching the device out of Nit's prosthetic hands, he added, "Quit mucking around, Mx! Put on the cologne I gave you! Fix your collar and tie! Show her that you're the best bachelor to ever live!"<br/><br/>Feeling just as energized as Marcial, Nit did all that was commanded of them... they tried at least. In the end Marcial ended up getting a large whiff of the cologne himself. A strong, tonic-like scent, enough to attract people for miles, coated the two. They were practically prepared, though perhaps a little too much so, for as the door flung open swifter than a falcon could soar, the bachelor knew something was not right, though hope was still evident. Though when they looked at the girl in the doorway, their worst fear that they did not even imagine came true indeed. She was practically a head taller than them at the very least, though still a tad bit shorter than Marcial. But even then, Penelope seemed almost monstrous to them, though hypnotizing as well for reasons that would make Marcial faint in disgust.<br/><br/>"Why hello there," the more aloof Marcial greeted, contrasting Penelope's irritable introduction and Nit's utter shock. "We are from the lavish district palace down north from here." Bowing, the man added, "I am Marcial Connors, an advisor for the lord of said palace, and speaking of the lord... This is their majesty, here with me! Mx, greet the fine maiden..."<br/><br/>But all Nit could do was stare, blushing at the girl's rather intimate display. They were not aroused, at least not entirely so, more curious and confused. Many thoughts began running through their mind: "<span style="font-style: italic">This</span>is my future wife? Did Marcial make a mistake? No, the man's infallible... But why this fool? Gosh, if I had known she would look like this, I'd just come in my usual get-up..."<br/><br/>"Mx...? Mx... Ah, probably shy. But they are Lord Matias Martinez, though they much prefer being called Nit. We've gathered here to ask if you would like to take their hand in marriage! We promise you great riches, a healthy relationship, and reverence from the royal family and district." Marcial grinned with reassurance, trying to make sure Penelope was as comfortable as could be. "Though I seemed to have forgot your name... My, the years continue to take a toll on me. Mind refreshing my memory?"