He almost says this great North American convention was looking less edible than troll trail mud but...on duty. He had to keep it on the more polite side.
"I hath never had neither this corn nor the 'chocolate'. But Hjordis hath recommended it to me. I expected...something...different?"
At Kael's entrance he stops. Then instantly makes note of where the door nearest to the path to Solver would be and places himself in a position so he's in between the dark elf, the door, and Vernique if he can. His sword hand rests discretely on the hilt of one of his swords, mostly hidden by his cloak.
"Greetings." Was this a test? Bringing in a particularly large dark elf who was also a prince? He should have expected it. Duties were never doled out quite so easily.
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