<div class="floatleft">(https://static.miraheze.org/allthetropeswiki/2/22/Lumeng-dw7art_3001.jpg)</div><br/>Location: Neutral Territory<br/>Tagged: Hisayo Yamashita<hr/><br/>Cervantes did not arrive with a guard, not one that could be scene anyway. He had insisted on meeting somewhere adjacent to the shores, the exiles had carved a living out of the ocean they would not stray far from it ever again. He approached the young woman and her guard without a weapon in sight. The sails of his people caught the wind from the ocean breeze, the ships standing monuments to their way of life in the background. One could safely assume it was filled with seasoned sailors and soldiers eager to expand deeper into the land of Shindo. The death of the Emperor had been a blessing granted not that they would dare say it outloud<br/><br/>“I am Cervantes, Sealord of the Yunar people. You requested an audience and I am here. But first, who are you and are you the lips and ears of your lord or does he not feel I am worth the time to meet in person?” He asked bluntly.<br/>