*A man dressed in rather bland looking Clerical robes walks about the chamber with a dazed look on his face. He walks up to a guard, thinking him to be the Duke, before being pointed to the seat where the real ruler sits. With a look of embaressment, he walks up to the throne.*
Greatings Queen... or Dutchess... I'm not quite sure which... (I'm hardly suited to this position really.)
I am Father Jonathan from Cologne. I must say that this position is a bit high for myself, but the ArchBishop thought me worthy of the position apparently. I have come to tell you that your choice for ambassador is more than acceptable for his most holy ArchBishop in Cologne.
*The man turns away and starts walking out of the chamber, still blushing from embarressment.*
Greatings Queen... or Dutchess... I'm not quite sure which... (I'm hardly suited to this position really.)
I am Father Jonathan from Cologne. I must say that this position is a bit high for myself, but the ArchBishop thought me worthy of the position apparently. I have come to tell you that your choice for ambassador is more than acceptable for his most holy ArchBishop in Cologne.
*The man turns away and starts walking out of the chamber, still blushing from embarressment.*