King Miklos stepped down from his carriage and paused to stretch before beginning his approach, rolling his round shoulders.<br/><br/>He smiled softly at the sight of the girl's strewing flower petals as he strode at a slow march to meet his host.<em>Miklos shows fine hospitality, even for routine negotiations.  I wonder if he wants anything in particular?  <br/><br/>Maybe I'm just reading to much into a king showing proper respect to another king.</em><br/><br/>Miklos reached out to clasp Vailen's wrist firmly.  He tried to hide his discomfort with an embrace, but didn't get his game face up fast enough for a savy man like Vailen.  It wasn't that men didn't hug in his land, just too many uncomfortable memories.<br/><br/>Surely Vailen would understand, he had also fought a brother over rights of succession.<br/><br/>"It was peaceful, Cousin," he repleied.  "A bit cramped i confess, perhaps next time I'll ride my own horse.  It's true what my father told me of your nation, the crops are as fertile as the women and the sunset blushes like a maiden."