This was Silas' first time addressing any other nations since he was made king 200 years ago; yet, he wasn't nervous as he and the Guard descended from the Sunflare and moved forwards towards what they assumed to be an elevator of sorts, stopping a good distance in front of the doors. He was excited to meet a new race. Even two more.

Silas scratched the skin under his scraggly beard, then straightened it out as he heard the elevator mechanism begin to activate. "Time for history, my friends..."

The two Guard looked at each other briefly, then stood back at attention.