((How appropriate that the prompt works with my biography!))
Moriaen stepped off the boat, looking around at the monumental city with wide-eyed wonderment. His mouth was agape, making him look all the more... the tourist. He blinked back to reality as he was approached by the well-dressed man.
"Ah!" He spoke, startled but excited, and his accent coming through. "H-hello! Yes! I came to enter the service of one of the orders!" He recalled the mannerisms his father taught him, about how to greet others in these regions. Moriaen reached out his hand for a shake. It was a bit awkward, being slightly too far out and too high. "It is my very, very good pleasure to meet you, good sir!"
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