The Oferi Ambassador.

"Your Highness," the heavily armored guard said as he caught Ciri's eye, his head bowed slightly. Ciri shrugged back at him and tried to place his name, there were so many of them and they all wore the same garish steel helms that hid most of their faces.

The guard wasn't alone, behind him walked a tall lanky man with olive skin and dark hair speckled with hints of grey. He wore a dark purple and blue robe that flowed lightly as walked into the room.

"The Ofir Ambassador has arrived," the guard said raising his hand to motion to the man, "Lord Ahmet Javid Aga,"

The guard looked at Ciri before standing straight, "Princess Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon."

Ciri rolled her eyes and hoped he didn't go on to prattle off all the titles to her name.

"My dearest apologies your highness," Ahmet said and stepped forward, "We were to arrive two weeks prior, the seas were not kind to my vessel,"

Ciri shrugged and stood, "One can hardly blame you for the weather, welcome to Nilfgaard. On behalf of myself and my father I hope this marks the beginning of a strong relationship between the Nilfgaardian people and the Ofieri."