High Priestess Eleuia entered shortly after the Bustian, followed closely by two unarmed yet muscular men adorned in tatoo's. She wore an elegant yet concealing gown, and her golden hair fell about her face creating a picturesque portrait of beauty. Her blue eyes scanned the lobby for people, and her bodyguards watched over her carefully. She'd heard word that the Gallipoli-Chinese Prime Minister was to send a representative, and they would likely be at odds with her. The Pazca are probably right about the man. He'll probably blame me for the war between them. Eleuia sighed, awaiting her reception. She looked forward to meeting this King and his government, the Gallipoli-Chinese were another matter.