Lear lead the way through the mouth, into the entrance of the palace. The hallway before them was big and open. windows high in the air allowing sunlight to shine through. There was no artificial light. The roof was held up by great stone pillars, between each of them was a door way, leading into a dark corridor.
As they advanced further down the hallway, it got darker and darker as the windows got smaller and smaller. Eventually, all light ceased altogether, and the party found itself walking in darkness. Lear stopped. Reaching forwards with one hand, and drew the darkness back.
Light streamed towards them as the heavy purple curtains sealing off the chamber before them was drawn back. A carved sunlight stood in the ceiling, its light flowing out of it and illuminating the room. Lear ushered them silently through.
The room was circular. Upon a dais a stone throne sat a child, their face covered by a carved wooden mask, painted with a stylised skull. They were covered in a multicoloured robe of feathers, covering them next to toe. On either side of them stood an adviser, each dressed in the furs of a jaguar. Around the edge of the chamber, dozens of courtiers lay on their back and watched, some smoking. Trankvilaj guards stood round, dressed in ceremonial wear just as Lear did.
The delegate was ushered into the centre of the room as the King leaned forwards, and whispered something into the ear of the adviser on their left. A look of relief passed over the man's face.
"The king bids thee speech," he said, words clearly practised, "thou unclean ones, begone."
A sudden hub of noise started up, as the silence of the room was shattered by struck up conversation amongst the courtiers. The man on the king's right angrily turned to the king, and whispered a few to the king. The king seemed to sigh, and raised his hand. The noise dropped like a stone. The man on the right bowed to the king and addressed the delegates.
"We thank thee for joining us. I am the king's loyal regent, Wyatt. Welcome to our fine nation and please enjoy dinner. You will undoubtedly be tired, so i bid thee rest for the night after dinner, so we may do talking in the full security of our mind. You may speak whilst within the palace, it is the king's pleasure."
He clapped once and a curtain at one side of the room was brushed open. A group of servant's marched in, on their shoulders steaming plates of local dishes were prepared. Tables were quickly set up and and rugs laid down.