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There, upon a throne older than any on the mainland, sat a man in his late forties, dressed in purple and surrounded by guards too pale to be local Mithradians. Then the eunach spoke
<span class="mu-i"> ''You can disperse yourself into your respective nations.'' </span> The group then broke up into various smaller groups, each one following their respective banner: the black eagle upon gold for Tautenland, a semé of golden suns for Aurélie, another semé of red roses upon white for Venautra, and a white wyvern upon red for Angenland, and of course, your own: the white griffon of Greifswald.
When you got closer, you could inspect the man for whom you would be fighting. If he stood, he would be tall, his eyes were narrow, his nose was big, and he had a moustache, which was atypical of the Mithradian nobles you did see; they are usually clean-shaven or have a full beard. You could see why this man was placed upon the throne; this is not the type afraid to do his own dirty work.
Then the Emperor spoke with a hard voice, like a hammer striking iron. <span class="mu-i"> ''I welcome you, honoured guests. I shall not mince words. Our situation is dire, and our own armies can no longer recruit enough men to drive the invaders out. That's where you come in.'' </span>
<span class="mu-i"> ''Bring in the map.'' </span> He ordered with a whiff of his hand, and eight servants came in with a large rolled-up rug. A tall man In armour also came with them, the rug was rolled out and revealed a map.
