After what seemed like a week of riding Thiewia and her guard arrived at the giant walls of Valora. Kali had not spent much time away from the swamp, this far away land natual beauty and the wonders of this city made her mouth slightly hang open. She felt a little out of place riding a war horse through this advanced city, it was quite a change from the slums and cobblestone streets of Voathiel. Still she hung her banner high in the air proud of where she came from and who she was with, the people of Thiewia's Kingdom were still a proud race with many achievements to show too.<br/><br/>Riding up to the large palace of Valora Kali Dismounted first to assist her ruler with her horse. Thiewia dusted herself off and straightened herself out. Afterall the two of them would be representing their Kingdom, they had to prove they were not just a tribe of savages.<br/><br/>Kali entered the large hall first, her armor -chinked- as she stood upright and raised a small golden trumpet to her lips. Giving it a loud blow she spoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, her grace Thiewia the VIII of the Kingdom of Thiewia" Kali announced as she stepped aside for her ruler to enter.<br/><br/>Thiewia slithered into room keeping her eyes facing Veronica while her snakes shot about to everyone else. "Greetings Veronica of Valora, I hope I have not kept you waiting" she spoke, in a warm yet broken voice. Kali followed her closely holding the banner in her hands.