Beatrice made her way from the Austrana gracefully, bowing as she approached her hosts. The heat never bothered her much as she could be just as content on a winter day as she was on a summer day, the advantages of experiencing a variety of climates during her younger years. "I am Empress Beatrice of Rokkenjima, and it is my sincerest pleasure to meet you," she said as she rose. Presenting her hosts with a velvet-lined box she continued, "As is our tradition I present to you this bottle of Pyrenan Mead, brewed at Pyrena Castle from the honey of bees raised on the grounds of the Castle."
As she often did she took in the sights, sounds and aromas of this new country. Although a fellow Ardian nation the continent was so vast that all manner of climate and geography could be found depending upon where you were. She would look forward to welcoming them to Rokkenjima at a future date so that she, too, could share this experience with them in kind.