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Region: Brannackia
"Your Majesty, the outsiders have arrived."
"Very well, I shall be going then. And please, refrain from calling them outsiders. Won't be good for rep."
"The aliens have arrived."
"New Bonizans, Diego. New Bonizans."
King Francisco XII would step out of his Royal palace, devoid of the usual golden glamour, instead clothed in a simple onyx-black suit and a single, lengthy rosary around his neck, a show of humility to the coming diplomat. As he strokes his hazelnut brown hair and adjusts his tie, he would simultaneously raise various signals, a signal for guards to move, a signal for chairs to be rearranged, perhaps last second fixes to make everything perfect. A captain-of-the-guard would approach the New Bonizan plane on horseback, and would raise his flag standard, signalling for them to follow his lead.
"I shall guide you to His Majesty, honorable diplomat. Do be well."
New Boniza and Jalamania