The first man to enter the room came from a clan that Diarumuid had only ever seen described in texts. His face was covered by silvery-gray fur with a band of looping black swirls that resembled a mask across his eyes, while his nimble fingers were tipped with sharp looking claws. Behind him, a bushy, ringed tail looked slightly frazzled as it swished back and forth with each step the gentlemanly individual took.
Yet it wasn't the man's physical features that Diarmuid found the most striking, rather, it was his attire.
Diarmuid had visited the Royal Capital on more than one occasion, and he'd seen the finery that members of the Ruling Council wore when they visited the Holy City on official business. He was no stranger to the shifting fashions of the court or the constant efforts to wear clothing that could in some way be defined as 'the best.'
