154 Negotiation

Ignoring the grumbling sounds that kept emanating from his two companions who were walking behind him, Daneel stepped into the central island of Marillein with the pomp and glamour of a king who had returned to his palace.

He was dressed as gaudily as possible, with a golden crown on his head and his braided hair stuck up above the piece of jewelry, shaped like a crown, itself. On his request, the elf had also worked on his face, changing a few features to make it seem as grand as possible, and his clothes were the flashiest he had ever worn in his life.