"Well, you have rotten luck dearie," Steiner giggled. "This is an Invictus city you see, there are none with a bigger stick up their ass about respect and proper protocol. No sense of humor, that lot."<br/>Gina couldn't be sure, but she thought she detected a bitter tone in his voice. He sounded like someone who had experienced first hand what happened to those who failed to humble themselves in the presence of their betters.<br/>"The rules are so complex and are at times damn weird, seeming to lack all rhyme and reason. I can't possibly teach you all you need to know. I can give you some quick pointers, after that all we can do is hope for the best."<br/>"Now, if I were you I would avoid looking anyone in the eyes, it could be interpreted as a challenge or an act of defiance. If you are to address someone you got to make sure you use their propper titles! If you use a lesser title than they are due, it will be viewed as a grave insult. But use a title they haven't earned and they will most likely think you are mocking them. The end result will be the same. Will I have to draw you a picture?" He cocked his head to the side.<br/>"Because, you know, I can. I brought my crayons." It was impossible to tell if he was being serious or not.<br/>