There Came A Knocking At My Door... [Gerhardt]

He wondered, as she shifted her weight, if something was making her uncomfortable, ailing her in some way. Still, it wasn't his place to question her movements, and so he let the idea drop from his mind. Violet eyes drifting back to her own golden orbs, Gerhardt would find it quite refreshing how much interest she seemed to be showing in Seracia. Not many came simply seeking answers, and even fewer came seeking answers about why Seracia behaved the way they did. The King would listen as she spoke on, her words only serving to further impress the man. She was a well spoken woman, surprisingly so, and the King respected that. She asked him to elaborate, and Gerhardt would be happy to oblige her with a nod of his head and the unhinging of his jaws. "It's rather simple, actually. We are a Kingdom based pack, meaning I stand as the King, and we have contessas and the like. Ranks are very important in Seracia, and they often become part of one's identity. This plays into the respect idea, because one's rank can gain them respect, or cause them to lose it. We pride ourselves on respect, and do what we can to treat everyone as we wish to be treated. Of course it's no utopia, and things do go wrong, but problems are handled swiftly and punishments are given justly. Everyone here strives to act honorably and to bring honor upon themselves, thus receiving respect in return. The two very truthfully go hand in hand." Not wanting to overwhelm the lass with too many words - as he was so prone to doing - the King digressed for the time being, waiting to see if her curiosity was satiated, or if she had further questions for the monarch.

"Speech"