You went on your knee; normally you wouldn't have done so, as you didn't consider yourself a subject of the other monarchs that you had met before; indeed, the only person you had ever knelt before was your father.
''Ave, great and noble Imperator, I humbly bow before your immaculate splendour and offer our utmost respect.'' You said as you went on your knees.
''Arise, young one. I have heard your words of greeting and would now like to offer my own. I am indeed emperor, though obviously not reigning. You obviously know who I am, which is good. So I would now know who you are and from where you and your companions hail from.''
''I am Albrecht von Adlershorst, son of Dietrich von Adlershorst. Heir to the duchy of Greifswald, knight of the realm. These, my companions, mostly hail from Greifswald also.''
They all went before him, introducing themselves by name and title. You wondered what the thought of you, in his time, Tautenland was, but a wild land ruled over by wild barbarian kings; Greifswald lay beyond even that land.
He looked you all over and then gazed into your eyes. <span class="mu-i"> ''I know what those blue eyes and blonde hair mean. You're a Tautenian, though your culture has advanced since last I saw one of your kind, but the fervour of the old Tautenic warrior remains hidden behind a sincere sophistication; you remind me more of the civilised northern nobles we subjugated than the wild men beyond the limes, but then again I assume there is much that has changed since I last walked the earth. But this land of which you speak I know little; the far north was the domain of the Elves, and we were content to let them keep it. They gave us stones and metals for our marble and wine; they also didn't raid our ships or towns, so we were content in where we had drawn our northern frontiers.'' </span>
