After everyone found a comfortable spot on the many chairs around the room, a knock came from the door.
"That was fast," I commented and went to open the door.
Seven Tigeas were standing outside the room and bowed when they saw me.
"Your Excellency," the one at the front, a mature man with white hair and a few wrinkles on his face, greeted me. "We're here to aid in preparations and give advise on protocol," he informed.
I nodded and stepped aside. "Cool, go ahead," I replied.
They went in and split in three groups, then approached my companions.
The old man stayed next to me, however. "Your Excellency, if I may... what's Your Excellency's choice of wardrobe for today?" He politely inquired with a smile.
I heard the other Tigeas ask similar questions to my companions. "A suit," I replied, turning to the man.
He nodded. "May I see it?"
I arched an eyebrow and appraised him.
[Dhar'Ji Tigea, Lvl 312 Royal Seamster]
