<div class="floatright">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz70/StevenMGabriel/Inquisitor1321599041815.jpg)</div>A commotion from the chamber entrance doors brought them both swinging open wide to both dismay and pensive shock of any guards that had been posted there. Standing at least seven feet tall, though admittedly a good quarter of that height was his hat, came a silk clad Nobleman wearing obvious heraldry and even dress style of a different planet. The royal blue and frost white silks of an administrator’s Hanfu swished with each move as its elderly bearer strode into the party. A little Servo-skull buzzed off to his right shoulder and from a large speaker where its lower jaw had once been some day long ago when it was still alive it blasted the bombastic chimes and melodies of what could only be some national or state oriented hymn played in school rooms while the eyes of droning children let their eyes glaze over and sung daily in the name of the local Lordship. His stern face was held up high but dared not raise his gaze above Cyrillic’s out of respect.<br/><br/>Six men in two rows followed behind him, simple garb of gray wraps and simple silk attire were in contrast to their lord, Ornate Weimao Guan hats kept pinned up in their top-knots as they marked in Rhythm, simple swords at their sides more a show of station than true threat. Bringing up the rear was a strange little man in much more Imperial clothing. Well worn breeches, a sailor’s coat, and a distinctly poofy shirt only served to enhance his casual swagger behind the rest of them. He walked a perfectly straight line even with a thin strip of leather covering his eyes and the meager strands of white in his hair defied the smug grin on his face. He brought his hand out of his pocket only long enough to steal another patron’s drink as they passed without so much as a second thought. Arban would find the last amongst them familiar, if a little offbeat. He certainly didn’t have the same decorum the rest of the newcomers did. Far more…Rough and tumble like the men and women of the Imperial guard.<br/><br/>The ornate headdress of the ‘lead’ figure clicked with his every step, strings of pearled beads forming a small curtain In front of his eyes. Finally he would stop in front of the Dais, which held the lord of this world, bowing at the waist as the six others fanned out, three to either side. The last of them blew sarcastic kisses to all who stared and wiggled his eyebrows at those who came near. It took him a few moments and a few more steps to catch up with the rest of them whom had genuflected and thrust a single fist into the earth in honor of their host.<br/><br/>“Most honored servant of the beneficent Emperor of Terra, Lord Cyrillic Itugan!” The tall one began, riffling a scroll from his sleeves that he’d been clutching the whole way in and opening either weighted end of it till it draped over one arm and nearly touched the floor with a flutter of parchment.  “His Excellency over the masses, grand minister Hong Feng of our most treasured planet Ru Xun Yu sends his regards on this day and offers up a gift of these men who kneel before you now. They are yours to do with as you will and are fully prepared to give their lives in service to you, their new lord. Ask but for there lives and they shall not hesitate to fall dead where they now wait!” He began, the others heads bowed in reverence as the flamboyant leader of the envoy continued to primp and posture, as one would expect of any visiting diplomat.<br/><br/>The last amongst them, however, looked to have no part in this whole display at all, walking with his hands in his pockets closer and closer to the line but not before smiling over at Katarina and just a little further over to Seda and wiggled his littlest finger at the two of them. Turning around with a quick half-step and making little ‘guns’ with his index fingers and thumbs outstretched he began to mock-fire silently at nearby congregations of nobility once removed from his pockets with the wiggling, his coat’s lapel catching the light just enough to glimmer and flash the two headed Aquila Eagle given only to men of privileged rank in the Imperial guard. His lack of paying attention brought him right into the back of the babbling envoy and nearly sent the older man in fancy silk toppling forward from the heaviness of his administrator’s hat.<br/><br/>With the administrator huffing and glaring back at the clumsy veteran, the uncouth and seemingly blind fool stood straight up and saluted with what could only be called a ‘shit eating grin’ and while glaring as hard as he could the pompous envoy eventually shook out his shoulders to recompose himself from the social faux pas and continued from where he left off on the scrolls. “Know too that the value of family on our world is priceless and this day His Excellency also offers up the service of this, Chun Hwan Zhou, a returning veteran of the War of the Wounded Tiger to in effect act as a personal guard to your Grandson on his great voyage amongst the stars with the thoughts and prayers of a Dynasty behind him!”<br/><br/>Hwan Zhou, so introduced, would bow at the waist with a hand flourish to his right side…actually putting some subtlety into making a kissy-face at Xanatov.<br/>