08-17-2022, 07:51 PM
As the Queen entered, the two leaders bowed. The Bosun did a deep and sweeping bow, removing his bicorn and stooping low, while his commander the Admiral simply inclined his head to show respect. The Admiral held on hand a glass of the wine, its red hue shimmering. As soon as the Queen had entered, the eye in his chestplate had stopped spinning and had locked its gaze onto the noble being before it.
"My Queen," the Bosun would begin, "it is an honour to have this audience, I am the Bosun, Parcival MacDonnaugh, and this," he presents the Admiral with a grand gesture though MacDonnaugh is still bowing, "is the Grand Admiral Aelfric Royce." The Admiral lowers his head once more
"It has been only a matter of moments in your city, your majesty," The Bosun said as he rose from his bow, "we had been told of your urgency, so our speed was of the utmost." The Admiral nodded as he regarded the large map, his own odd eyes studying the pieces used to represent his own forces and lands.
The Bosun continued to speak, "we apologize for our lateness in current affairs. Even though you have so graciously allowed us to serve you... well... caution is a virtue to the long-lived crewmember." He wore a wry grin as he said that, "though we thank you for your mercy and hospitality."
"That we do," said the Admiral. His voice was cold, and although he spoke just as softly as his companion, it seemed to ring in the room. "Though I appreciate the warm welcome, if I am to be frank with you, had it not been so costly to us, I would be a little insulted." The Sidhé man chuckled dryly to himself, "has our repute been so quickly softened by our paths of service?" The wry grin of the Admiral seemed more dangerous in the moment, perhaps by the fact that the serpentine eye in his chest had continued it's stare.
His face would lose its sardonic appearance, as would the Bosun's, at a flash of movement from MacDonnaugh's hands, a gesture to his commander that they should proceed. "Be that as it may," the Bosun would say, "it appears that you do indeed require our services on the seas. How would you desire us to serve our most esteemed ruler?"
"My Queen," the Bosun would begin, "it is an honour to have this audience, I am the Bosun, Parcival MacDonnaugh, and this," he presents the Admiral with a grand gesture though MacDonnaugh is still bowing, "is the Grand Admiral Aelfric Royce." The Admiral lowers his head once more
"It has been only a matter of moments in your city, your majesty," The Bosun said as he rose from his bow, "we had been told of your urgency, so our speed was of the utmost." The Admiral nodded as he regarded the large map, his own odd eyes studying the pieces used to represent his own forces and lands.
The Bosun continued to speak, "we apologize for our lateness in current affairs. Even though you have so graciously allowed us to serve you... well... caution is a virtue to the long-lived crewmember." He wore a wry grin as he said that, "though we thank you for your mercy and hospitality."
"That we do," said the Admiral. His voice was cold, and although he spoke just as softly as his companion, it seemed to ring in the room. "Though I appreciate the warm welcome, if I am to be frank with you, had it not been so costly to us, I would be a little insulted." The Sidhé man chuckled dryly to himself, "has our repute been so quickly softened by our paths of service?" The wry grin of the Admiral seemed more dangerous in the moment, perhaps by the fact that the serpentine eye in his chest had continued it's stare.
His face would lose its sardonic appearance, as would the Bosun's, at a flash of movement from MacDonnaugh's hands, a gesture to his commander that they should proceed. "Be that as it may," the Bosun would say, "it appears that you do indeed require our services on the seas. How would you desire us to serve our most esteemed ruler?"
The Grand Bosun, Parcival MacDonnaugh, Voice of the Grand Admiral and Master of the merchant fleet