A lord then. Or a noble, or whatever equivilant there was, where he came from. Far from sitting straight and attempting to look at all his equal, Ral eases back with an arm over the back edge of his seat, smiling easily. He's long past the point of having to show deference to anyone.

Outside of his boss. Who might literally eat him if he pissed him off.

"Ral Zarek. I could list of the titles, but...I mean, come on. Is that what we're here for? Who can be the most impressive peacock in the flock?" He flits one hand dismissively.

"I mean, they think that. You don't, right?"