The small leader was wearing formal attire in preparation for the upcoming ceremony between the Princess and the Seraph noble. On his almost completely bald head was a mechanized crown made of gold. It had many moving parts with a gear in the middle instead of a traditional gem that some crowns might have. What was not covered by the crown was a shocking blue hair, kept cut short and neat. His skin was very pale compared to most that the ambassador would see due to his immense time spent inside inventing and brainstorming new ideas. He stood as a lowly 3’2.
Guards stood on each side of the room. Gnomish guards of course while an announcer stood on the side of the table which towered over him. They were in a normal elvish meeting chamber due to the King’s desire to accommodate the ambassador. His chair was specially manufactured so he would sit comfortably at the table.
As the doors opened the ambassador entered, the announcer started to speak. “You stand before Zilrug, King of Gnomanity and Chancellor of the Grand Empire of Uyria.”
Zilrug simply tapped his fingers as his introduction happened. He personally did not care much for formalities, but the High Elves certainly did.
His face revealed pale skin dotted with freckles. He had neck-length brown hair, a neatly trimmed van dyke style beard, and close-set blue-green eyes. His face was diamond-shaped and he had a slightly curved nose with a sloped tip.
The announcer read his name out loud. “Entering the room is Sir Robert Whitfield, Duke of Thelora, Ambassador from the Kingdom of Ovelia.”
Robert looked at the gnomish king and the others around the room. At first glance the actual size of the gnomish king was surprising. To his credit, he made no visible signs of shock at his stature. Remembering his etiquette, he bowed low to the king.
“Your Majesty,” Richard said, straightening himself up again. “It is an honor. May I approach the table?”
His small, calloused hands waved the human over, “Absolutely! Approach, Sir Whitfield. Even have a seat...we do not have the luxury of time today, with the festivities and all.”
“I have plans to go into more depth with these talks, but I heard that you may need the Empire’s aid in some form? Let us start there!” The King said, his arms moving in extravagant ways as he spoke.
As the duo spoke a buzzer could be heard as neon light started to flash on the wrist of a nearby gnomish guard. The King gave a quick glance but continued his conversation as the guard exited the room.