Walking further into the conference room, the robed figure pulls his hood back to reveal his face. Those looking at him notice something strange about his eyes, or rather his lack of eyes. His eyesockets are shrouded in a cloak of black, darker than the darkest night. Regardless of this, any trying detect no taint.
He reaches inside of his robes, pulling out a map, unfurling it, it shows a land wreathed in forest and mountains, with a coastline serving as its southern border, and a vast track of flat land in the east, beyond the mountains.
"This is the Suel Empire, ruled by Kas the Ascendant. I am a Onterax, a Herald of the Empire. Recently, rumors have come to our land regarding an 'Emerald Empire.' We believe the rumors to have come from this place. And Kas is curious about this land. Your culture, your ruling system, your knowledge. Do not take my words as a request for an alliance. The Suel Throne stands strong, and such possibilities should be best left for when you have earned our trust, as I assume you would have us do also. Perhaps we can come to a trade agreement, but then again, perhaps not. Whichever way fate turns to, it is the wish of Kas that we begin with an attempt to understand each other better. For, to me, your culture is an alien thing, much like mine would look to you. So, please forgive me if I commit a faux pas."
He turns around, looking (or at least appearing to look at) each representative in turn.
"Who is the master of this place? I have come bearing a gift of appreciation for him for allowing us entrance to begin negotiations." He unlatches a Katana from his belt. Holding it before him, its wooden handle and sheath filled with intricate carvings of magical beasts, and the end of its handle glistening as the light catches a ruby imbedded there.