Alex turns pale. "I'm afraid you misunderstood my words, Your Grace. I may sing the praises of my motherland,

Alex turns pale. "I'm afraid you misunderstood my words, Your Grace. I may sing the praises of my motherland, but Abadar forbid if I ever engage in cheap propaganda! I will not trouble you with my presence any further, but please allow me to leave these papers with one of your advisors! I hope you will consider all the benefits after your temper settles." The man bows politely.