Meeting The Diplomat

Reaching the posh meeting room, Astaroth didn't wait for the guards to announce his presence and walked in.

This startled the diplomat, along with his two guards, who jumped into a protective stance, weapons drawn.

Since the two countries were on good terms, and part of an alliance, the guards had been allowed to keep their weapons.

This made Astaroth laugh, as he looked them both in the eyes.

"Put those toys away. I'm not an enemy."

The guards wanted to step closer to the man who had so abruptly barged into the room, but a hand clasped on both their shoulders, followed by words.

"Stand down, men. That is the king of Stellar Woodlands."

The two men were slightly confused. They had met the king, a few years back, when talks about this kingdom joining the alliance had come on the table.

And this was not him.

Astaroth smiled and walked toward the diplomat.