"Tah' name's Otto," he replied, bowing his head. "I'm from the Chess Empire, Kingdom of Lignea...Yer from Danceria, roight? You seem like 'em. Saw a couple 'o you blokes as a kid."
He sat down and scooted in a little, seeming entirely the part of a nervous freshman, until...
Otto turned back to the nobleman. "Okay, Mohammedan. Get the fucking stick out of your ass." he quietly replied, before turning back to Larsa. "Sorry, where were we?"