Sun Palace in Seoul Joseon
Masquerade Room | Night | Erik XII Georg
The King was not much one for handshakes, feeling the need to wash his hand afterwards, but he put up with such things at public events; he tried to covertly rub his hand off by placing it upon his scabbard. "I was invited, — with the Markion crowd, that is," Erik explained to the Rhamosian, whose name he was not privy to yet. "I suppose some call me Erik XII Georg of Emerstari and so on," he continued; those close to him called him Erik or Erik Jakob, but not only was this not quite the event for that name, he wasn't sure of this man's status. "You would be the third person, excluding the person I arrived with, — a cousin, — I have met tonight; the second person who I was not already acquainted with who I have encountered , so that leads to the question: what had I ought to call you, my friend? And whence do you come?"