Henvei Relkor vech Daltzen felt quite pleased with himself.
And why not be pleased? This was certainly the most extraordinary of circumstance. Why, the mere mention of it made his spine tingle with excitement. How fascinating! How intriguing! How appetizing! To be summoned in such circumstance, and brought before such... well, a businessman must not be picky with whom he deals. Was that not the saying? That had been his first thought, anyways. Now, however, the utter awe-inducing wonder of the situation brought a much larger symphony of disconnected ideas to his mind.
“The pleasure is all mine, my dear... gentlemen.” Henvei was the first to speak, sweeping into a long, low bow that marked the gentry of his people. A toothy grin quickly replaced the sweeping of hair as he returned to a standing position, certainly looking the part a man pleased to find himself where he was. And why not? The cycle of adjectives repeated itself, and Henvei stood silently for a few moments as he contained the verbal revelries within the depths of his internal dictionary.
“I must say, the circumstance of this meeting is more than extraordinary. I am impressed, my good.... ah, men?” Henvei was careful to layer on the sophistication, holding himself as tall and poised as possible. This was all very odd. Very very odd. But a gentleman could not let that stop his show, no, no, not at all. To let this deal, the likes of which would surely never come again, be ruined by a mere case of the unsure nerve or shaky signature? Out of the question. Nevertheless, this was all very odd. Very, very odd. Was this some sort of vindication? A divine mandate, struck from the mouths of the gods themselves, to punish unknown crimes? Henvei was beginning to feel quite hot in his traditional dress robes, his apprehension about the meeting blossoming into full-fledged fear.
“I must say, I am curious as to the indication of this meeting. What great puzzle piece do I... ah. We. What are your intentions for us, and my compatriots?” Well, now this changed things. More than one, me, we, us, them. What great criminals were these? All savage, barbaric folk, no doubt. Ah, the company of a gentleman. Henvei laughed quietly at his own joke. This meeting was obviously a setup. The magical showmanship, merely a distraction, until the time of vindication should come, and the ruling, delivered from the swift hammer of justice. It was all so clear!
No, no, the Chosen. Chosen! So spoke the gods, with a capital! Such marvelous emphasis could only describe the trappings of great men...and women. Ah, indeed the company of the gentleman! Henvei adjusted the neck of his robe, letting some of the metaphorical steam now building up around his person escape. Great men and women. Of course. Yes. That must have been it. Ahaha! Surely, such great...individuals would have heard of his work. True, he had not been as careful as his predecessor with the secrecy of his work. To think of the fantastic tales now sweeping the countryside! Surely these great individuals would have heard of his great works.
“Nevertheless, I am honored that you have Chosen us for your designs.” He concluded, again feeling relaxed. How silly, to think that this was some punishment. The Frigid Folk swept himself into another low bow, the grandiose theatrics making quite the show. Business as usual, and the businessman is the man for business! Better to make the first impression... than to be left in the dust.
Doctor Calgori! From one Amaranth player to another, I wish you a Happy New Year!
After reading your public status messages here, I also wish you many "wofs," "woofs," and "vau-vau" (which probably makes little to no sense, but I wish you much happiness anyway because I can)! Thanks for being a buddy to our wonderful and Crazy Canine, Wolf Rawrrr!