"Lord Trubaldsome, it is an honor to have you in my court. We shall gladly accept your aid, and you could not have come at a more fortuitous time, for my Advisor and I have been discussing the diplomatic relations of the nations surrounding your own. Perhaps you could tell us what you know of Preston and Suul's military strength?"
Young Lord Trubaldsome remained in his place as he pondered the King's words, his head tilted to one side as the court bustled around him.
To aid his concentration he produced a small snuff-box from somewhere on his overdressed person, snorting up a couple of pinches. After sneezing a few times and dabbing at his noble nostrils with a lightly scented hanky, he answered:
"Preston and Suul? Hmmm. Well, I must say I never was in the habit of paying either much attention, 'twas usually Father's job to deal with such things, and these days my foolish idiot of a... Rather, my brave, courageous brother handles our dealings with them. I imagine my man Waery here might know more than I," He said, gesturing daintily towards the scarred, grey-haired veteran standing to one side of him, looking rather out-of-place in the court.
The man didn't respond immediately, plainly more interested in catching glimpses of any young female servants than what his Lord was saying, indeed; he looked rather bored.
Trubaldsome gained his attention with an irritated snap of his fingers, and the soldier hastily bowed to the King.
"Ah, yer majisty, ye want to know aboot Preston an' Suul, eh? Well, 've been through them lands time enough, can remember a few things abou' 'em."
Captain Waery began rattling off facts about the kingdoms of Preston and Suul in his rough peasant dilect, as poor, aggrieved-looking Lord Trubaldsome pinched the bridge of his noise and muttered something about 'speech trainers' under his breath.
((Umm, do I just make up stuff about Preston and Suul?
Or will someone tell me more about them? I don't know what Miring's relationship with them is...))