Peter Thaller, exhausted by the rage of his friend Sikreet and slowly sobering up, decides to fulfill some social obligations by giving his gift to the host, Catherine V, he spots her in the room and approaches her carefully.
Your, Majesty? Peter Thaller, President and Chancellor of the Dual-republic, It is an honor to be here. Of course we would never attend without having a gift for you.
Thaller opens a decadently decorated box made out of fine wood coloured in the blue-white-orange of Narikaton & Darnussia and sporting the sigil of the Thaller family. It reveals a golden tiara engraved with rildanorian symbolism and canrillaise patterns.
For you, a tiara my ancestors have obtained from Rildanor, in the years they ruled there. I found it should be in your hands, where it is supposed to be.
"It looked like a silly semi-cliquey thing between a few players to me. Following around a troll called Mbites like he was some sort of god... which wouldn't have mattered so much in the scale of things, except one of them was a Mod."