A tall, blonde man, who looks to be in his mid-thirties, enters the tent. His clothing and armour signifies his status as a nobleman, and looking around the tent he quickly identifies Visimar. He bows his head to the king before speaking.
"Sir, I must inform you that I caught some of the men trying to steal some meat from the canteen. I have dealt with them in the proper manner, but I must advice you to take steps in order to make sure others don't get the same idea."
Turning to the rest, he raises his hand as a sign of greetings.
"Hail, comrades! No doubt you're wondering who I am, and why I so suddenly choose to make my appearance here. Well, my name is Boiocalus and I'm serving as an officer in king Visimar's own army. I have, so long as He will allow it, decided that I should utilize my right to attend these councils to voice my opinion on the state affairs. I ask you to forgive any crassness on my part: I am, after all, first and foremost a soldier; politics haven't interested me much until now. In all honesty I still find politics a most dreadful task, but the gods have proclaimed to me in a dream that I must enter it. Since I am not a man to question or deny the will of the divine, I am here, honoured to have been given this opportunity."
Boiocalus nods his head, signifying that his introduction has been completed.
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