[What an unusual title, thinks Douglas to himself-- but there's no time to ruminate on it further, as the Phantom Moon sailor is already inviting them aboard and to an audience with Dongfang Qingcang himself.
As they continue along the length of the ship, Douglas hangs back behind Mycroft a little, taking the time to silently observe the ship and its crew. They may be in another world, but the colors of their skin haven't changed. Until it's abundantly clear it isn't a problem for Douglas and his friend to behave entirely as equals, he'll proceed with his usual unassuming bearing and caution. He'll let his friend take the lead in addressing the sailors and their captain for now.
At last, they arrive at their meeting. Without another word, Douglas sits at Dongfang Qingcang's request, offering the stranger a respectful nod-- then turning an expectant eye towards Mycroft. This man's bearing is undeniably... regal. Dealing with the upper crust is Mycroft's forte; leaving it to his friend was the right choice, it seems.]
cw mention of period-typical racism
As they continue along the length of the ship, Douglas hangs back behind Mycroft a little, taking the time to silently observe the ship and its crew. They may be in another world, but the colors of their skin haven't changed. Until it's abundantly clear it isn't a problem for Douglas and his friend to behave entirely as equals, he'll proceed with his usual unassuming bearing and caution. He'll let his friend take the lead in addressing the sailors and their captain for now.
At last, they arrive at their meeting. Without another word, Douglas sits at Dongfang Qingcang's request, offering the stranger a respectful nod-- then turning an expectant eye towards Mycroft. This man's bearing is undeniably... regal. Dealing with the upper crust is Mycroft's forte; leaving it to his friend was the right choice, it seems.]