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A heavy musk entered Lord Dracien's nose. The lord started coughing, and his eyes watered. It was so powerful, he fell to his knees. He knew this scent. It was the signature of the wide plains, and every girl payed premium to get it. The lord struggled to get up, but realized his lungs wouldn't let him breathe the almost noxious fumes. He fell on the ground choking, just inside the main hall. After a minute or so of this, The lord swallowed his dignity, and plugged his nose. Much to his releif, he stopped choking. He released his nose, and it wasn't so bad anymore. His sense of smell was dead, now.

"An ambassador? I am Lady Hina Hisamoto of the House of Wide Plain. Certainly you can recognize the emblem of the Hisamoto family." She said, leaning down and pulling down the kimono from her left breast, showing a tattoo of the family crest. Then she pulled up quickly. "Certainly the founder had a better location in mind, but some of us are more gifted then others." She said with a sigh. "What do you mean papers anyway? I didn't know we needed to have papers." She said, turning around and expecting to slap a servant for not telling her. Though of course, only her handmaidens remained at her side. Turning back around to him, he frowned. "Certainly if you sent a letter to Isaac at Wide Plain, he would confirm who I am."

Lord Dracien managed to get back up. He looked over at the King and the lady. He let out a sigh of releif. They hadn't noticed his almost dying. he didn't know if he should be releived or infuriated that they didn't notice him. The lord shrugged to himself. He was only waiting for the Lady, anyway.

The lord smiled. Finnaly noticed me, eh? "I actually came here, searching for a beautiful woman. And. . . What is that heavenly scent?" Lord Dracien sniffed the air, and turned all his attention to The lady. "Is it the fabled perfume of the Wide plains?" Lord Dracien asked, coating it with butter and honey. His head dipped in a polite bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Hina Hisamoto." The lord continued politely. He had heard it from earlier, when he was choking.

Waving off Matachi, Hina made a quick spin around to face Dracien. Her nose wrinkled at the mention of her own name by someone that she didn't recognize, but at least he had the good taste. "Indeed, it is the Hisamoto family blend. While foreigners like to complain about the strength of the perfume while our own residents don't mind the smell and it's sought by all women. Even those of the... lower class." She said, almost as if in disgust. Then she snapped to attention. While she eyed him she curtsied, showing off the ungodly amount of cleavage and straightening it out after. "Now, who is the gentleman in front of me who graces my presence?"

"Yes, it is indeed a beauty does need her sleep for tonight. Tah tah good sir. May our paths cross again, maybe." Mina said, moving over to one of the guards and telling him about what Matachi said. Brought to the guest room, she locked the door to the room and looked to her handmaidens and saw only one large bed. Feeling a bit angry, she shook her head. "Fine, you two will sleep side by and I get my own side. Got it?" She asked, both girls nodded and huddled into the bed. It was more comfortable then the bedrolls that they usually slept in. Meanwhile, Mina moved over to the clear side of the bed. She looked around before noticing she forgot her clothing. Heaving a sigh, she lets her hair down, kicked her sandals off and dropped the kimono, folding it up and placing it down. She drew a long breath as her breasts fell out. All bound up, they restricted her breathing some. Though she only thought of how elegant it made her. Like always, she slipped into bed sideways and fell asleep. Hopefully no one would try to get in.

On the roads to the Capital, a strange spectacle was apearing. Many tents lined the road for a mile in each direction. From the capital, a down trodden preist came along with thirty monks to the armed camp. The armed monks immedietly dispersed to their section of the camp, while the furious preist made his way to a tent that dwarfed all of the others. The tent of the prophet, the tent of the true salvation. That was what it was called. The preist shoved his way past the gaurds that settled all around the tent. It was a great honor to gaurd the prophet, and those who did would be saved in the true god's highest graces.

Upon a pedestal, a man swathed in strange clothes of rare colors watched the preist enter. The preist managed to bow almost immedietly. "My great prophet. The heathens have failed to see the true light once again. Their people are still ignorant of the true God's will." He told the prophet, who listened indifferently. The priest continued, seeing no responce from his demi god. "but, I found the one we have been searching for!" The preist stopped after his outburst, seeing the great Prophet's hand rise up.

The prophet lowered his hand, as beautiful word spilled forth from hi mouth. "My son, you have done us well. I hope this isn't another false alarm, like the few we have been chasing for years. Insomnia grows impatient of our failures, but this is the chance to redeem yourself in his eyes. You let anger cloud your judgement and take over your mind. You know how the ture god feels about anger, don't you?" The prophet asked, decidingly bored. The preist turned stark white. "Wolf!? You wouldn't do that to me!" The preist cried to the prophet.

Caliver Wolf only smiled. "No, not yet. You haven't failed in any important way. I was going to move the faith around the capital until we had converted the countryside, but now, we will go there directly, before the true beleivers can rise up and destory what we have searched so long for." The prophet smiled at the preist. "We will move now." as if the magic words had been said to the whole camp, the entire tent fell down, and the rest of the camp began to pack up for the march to the capital. Three thousand fighting men, and several more thousand fanatical followers.

Matachi woke to a frantic call of a soldier "My King My King, theres reports of a army on the move." The voice said as Matachi slowly came too from his sleep. Matachi woke up abit quicker "Going where?" He asked as he got up leaving the room before the man could even answer, he had no time if it was true.