[ He speaks like an elf, too, although she has not been attacked yet, which is at least a small mercy. Akua allowed him to posture, his titles clearly important to him. Mind, they in Praes also liked their titles, the Sahelians most of all, but as alien as his titles are, it's almost Proceran in its presentation.

Which means she offered him a slight nod, in acceptance of who he was. Important, clearly, and whether or not he would continue to be so here would be up for his own actions. She would be curious, to see.

Her eyes swept him, from head to toe, her own golden eyes framed by dark features and adornments all over presented her as royalty, even if she was anything but -- if only because she had burned the Tower down, instead of taking the reigns. ]

It is a pleasure, Lord Dagoth. [ She did not say, of course, that the diminutives would continue. It's simply who she was. ]

I am Akua Sahelian, former Heiress of House Sahelian, Diabolist, and now I bear the Name of Calamity.

[ She had more, titles, of course, or had, but the one that mattered was the last. She would not speak of her other titles or names, of the Doom of Liesse chief among them, the most damning of them all. ]

I'm afraid, however, that you will find positions of politics few and far between, in this strange new realm.