South Reinkalistan wrote:Morning - December 6th
The motorcade pulls up. Sarkos steps out, dressed in a long overcoat. He shivers lightly, and reaches inside his pocket, looking around for some money. His driver smiles. "It's cold, m'liege, isn't it?"
"Indeed it is." Sarkos says bluntly. He pulls out a thin wad of cash, and hands it to the driver, whose eyes light up. Sarkos nods. "Your tip." His three Rekkutomel guards gather behind him, holding their weapons. He watches the car head off, then he enters the building. He glances at the numerous catholic relics with a look of recognisable disgust on his face. Turning to the receptionist, Sarkos tries his best to be friendly. He beams and begins speaking in a rather cheerful voice (and very bad French). "Why, hello there! I am Sarkos Tunchix IV. I am here to attend... the ball." His Reinkalistani accent is very thick and noticeable. "I am looking for... a room?"
The young female receptionist looked down at a guest list, back up again, and forced a smile.
"Good morning your Esteemed and Glorious Majesty, and welcome to Quebec. I just need to see your RSVP letter and I can give you the keys to your room."