Bunker, Cusarit Castle
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The royal guard eyed the Greek leader with suspicion but didn't move, figuring that if he actually did anything their guns were faster than his sword. The leader of the guard, à Procellian woman with a stern face and thick muscled build said
"We apologize for detaining you so quickly your majesties. But it is standard protocol in emergencies to ensure VIPs are protected in an emergency, with or without their consent."
Facing the Dras, and bowing to him and the other attendees she said "Two bombing attacks just occurred at Basale Military Base a few miles outside of the city. All we know for sure is that they arrived claiming to be attendees of this meeting, but their government has denied this. We suspect they are foreign terrorists who took advantage of the meeting to try and make some type of political statement. Though what we have no idea"
The Dras stood, calmly brushing his robe free of wrinkles. He politely thanked the guards, though he secretly made a note to revisit operating procedures because he didn't appreciate being carried like a sack of potatoes.
Turning to his guests he bowed politely and through his translator said "I do apologize for your treatment. Your safety is of great value and due to this situation you were treated with the same reverence and importance as a member of Procellian royalty."
He gestured at the peeved mayor and Lady of the city who were sitting in the corner, trying to avoid being seen by their unhappy guests
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