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The Senator of Sherian had entered Prime earlier on that very brightening, and he was feeling positively overwhelmed. Nothing could have prepared the former pauper to the luxury and grandeur of the Imperial Forum, and in many ways he had felt more comfortable in his dilapidated shack on the outskirts of Vers. He just knew he would not be able to sleep in that oppressive canopy bed, decorated with the coat of arms of his province; not tonight, at least. So he had come to the Crown Inn. The place that had started it all. In many ways, Odyleon Q. Meiers was on a pilgrimage.
He had left even his bodyguard Rouel at the palace, coming alone just like the average citizen of Prime. Sure, the Human looked nothing like the patched, scruffy youth he had been back then. No, thanks to the Governess du'Galle Ody had discovered the pleasures of dandy-ness, learning his lesson remarkably well. While nothing denoted his political status in Prime, the man was garbed in a fine cream-colored silken cloak emblazoned with a strange symbol, very much like a figure of eight. Wearing a dark shirt and matching trousers and gloves, the tall Human's pitch black hair had been brushed into submission. His eyes, too, were black and curious, contrasting sharply with his pale complexion.
So curious, in fact, that they were looking everywhere but where they should have, namely right in front of him. Simply put, he was bound to (gently) bump into someone eventually. And this time the victim happened to be a pretty Half-elf who looked just as out of place as he did.
"Oops, excuse me, Miss" he hastily apologized. "I seem to have a talent for embarrassing myself wherever I go." There was a certain confidence, though, in those words spoken with a smile, a newborn confidence which had not existed before his appointment to political office. "Are you all right?" Rhetorical question, but one that was never inappropriate.
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