This memory has Montage in her mid to late twenties.
So here you are at a relatively modest building in the government district of the capital, with your wife and a couple servants from your house. This is not a normal building, this is an embassy from a nation very far away. That much should be obvious by the very different architectural style compared to the buildings around it: it looks like a European Gothic manor. Even in a city as eclectic and cosmopolitan in Mihua, it looks a little weird.
You are here to meet ambassadors from a far away land. Not to negotiate government stuff, just to stay on good terms. This isn't even an official occasion, just a fancy lunch. Still, you need to be careful, and tightlipped. All of those around you know that too. You are dealing with foreign officials, after all.
The people that come to greet you are pretty strange looking as well. Their skin is pale, like many on their continent, and they have swirling blue tattoos over much of their bodies. The ambassador is a red haired woman of about 40, flanked by a burly male guard, and a woman about your age with icy blue eyes. There are a couple servants near by. They all wear fine trousers and shirts, and have braids in their hair. The man has a thick beard.
The ambassador greets you, introducing herself as Katrina per Morvain, as well as the man and woman beside her (Owen and Maire respectively.) Katrina is a Druid, one of the priestly caste of Morvain, and a member of the royal family. Owen is a bodyguard from the warrior caste, and Maire is a bard and personal attendant. You are escorted to a dining room, where you meet her husband, a thin, easygoing man named Alistair.
You all sit down in high backed chairs at a round table, so different from the local dining customs. In a nod to the location though, there are hot corn tortillas for all of the guests. The food is rich and sumptuous, and served with dark spicy beer. You all (except the servants, and Owen the guard) make rather formal small talk, asking questions about each others countries and so on. Everyone is on guard while trying to look relaxed.
Maire, the bard, is blatantly flirting with you though, and offers to compose a poem to your beauty. You politely decline. Your wife is somehow amused and jealous at the same time. However, the bard does sing a couple of songs for those assembled before you leave.
You remember that their society is a bit different than yours. They have a complicated caste system, the Druids practically run the country, and everybody has those same tattoos. Their temples are just massive standing stones and sacred groves. They have a reputation for being party animals. You find them rather interesting. You remember that decades ago, your empire used to rule part of one of the neighboring kingdoms, which has a similar culture.
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This memory has Montage in her mid to late twenties.
So here you are at a relatively modest building in the government district of the capital, with your wife and a couple servants from your house. This is not a normal building, this is an embassy from a nation very far away. That much should be obvious by the very different architectural style compared to the buildings around it: it looks like a European Gothic manor. Even in a city as eclectic and cosmopolitan in Mihua, it looks a little weird.
You are here to meet ambassadors from a far away land. Not to negotiate government stuff, just to stay on good terms. This isn't even an official occasion, just a fancy lunch. Still, you need to be careful, and tightlipped. All of those around you know that too. You are dealing with foreign officials, after all.
The people that come to greet you are pretty strange looking as well. Their skin is pale, like many on their continent, and they have swirling blue tattoos over much of their bodies. The ambassador is a red haired woman of about 40, flanked by a burly male guard, and a woman about your age with icy blue eyes. There are a couple servants near by. They all wear fine trousers and shirts, and have braids in their hair. The man has a thick beard.
The ambassador greets you, introducing herself as Katrina per Morvain, as well as the man and woman beside her (Owen and Maire respectively.) Katrina is a Druid, one of the priestly caste of Morvain, and a member of the royal family. Owen is a bodyguard from the warrior caste, and Maire is a bard and personal attendant. You are escorted to a dining room, where you meet her husband, a thin, easygoing man named Alistair.
You all sit down in high backed chairs at a round table, so different from the local dining customs. In a nod to the location though, there are hot corn tortillas for all of the guests. The food is rich and sumptuous, and served with dark spicy beer. You all (except the servants, and Owen the guard) make rather formal small talk, asking questions about each others countries and so on. Everyone is on guard while trying to look relaxed.
Maire, the bard, is blatantly flirting with you though, and offers to compose a poem to your beauty. You politely decline. Your wife is somehow amused and jealous at the same time. However, the bard does sing a couple of songs for those assembled before you leave.
You remember that their society is a bit different than yours. They have a complicated caste system, the Druids practically run the country, and everybody has those same tattoos. Their temples are just massive standing stones and sacred groves. They have a reputation for being party animals. You find them rather interesting. You remember that decades ago, your empire used to rule part of one of the neighboring kingdoms, which has a similar culture.