Stepping off his ship, Adrain looked around and took a deep breath of the warm desert air. His face started to sweat underneath the mask in an instant, but he pushed his discomfort aside, staring at the welcoming party sent to greet him.
"Welcome to my home, Duke Almaris." Prince Darius walked over to Adrian, "That mask must get stuffy in such a hot climate, no?" His accent was thick, and he spoke fast. Adrian stayed silent for a half a second longer than he should have, trying to tell if he heard correctly.
Giving a smile that couldn't be seen, he shook his head, "The discomfort of my mask is nothing compared to that you would feel if I took it off." Adrian politely said, making Darius chuckle. "And please, Adrian is enough."
