Between the columns in front of the entrance stood more soldiers, this time accompanied by a non-commissioned officer. A sergeant if memory serves me correctly. Draco thought. The man must have been warned in some way beforehand, because he did not show even the slightest surprise when they appeared in front of him.
-Follow me.- He said bowing his head slightly. He then turned on his heel and marched through the main entrance without looking back. Draco glanced uncertainly at the silent clerk, but the official merely shrugged his shoulders and moved to follow the soldier. The young dragon had no choice but to join him.
The interior of the main hall was not what he had expected. He had thought it would be a place designed to instil awe or fear of the Ambassador's power in those arriving to meet him, but it rather brought to mind a hallway prepared for the arrival of guests and furnished by some skilled hand. It resembled the ordinary residence of some wealthy merchant or nobleman, nothing out of the ordinary for the area, and if it weren't for the soldiers in grey cloaks one might forget that someone as important as the Ambassador of Atlantis lived here and officiated.
The non-commissioned officer walked with a steady step leading them deeper and deeper into the mansion, after a while they stood in front of the double doors and the sergeant put his hand on the handle.
-Please wait a moment.- He said in a polite tone and slipped inside.
The clerk did not even flinch as he looked at the two guards standing at the entrance. They had calm faces, exuding some sort of strange confidence. Draco didn't quite know what to make of them. Nor did he know what would happen now. He had supposedly heard enough from the Council President, but it hadn't quite occurred to him what the change of citizenship actually meant. He had no head for worrying about such details. What interested him now was why he suddenly landed in front of the door of the Atlantean Ambassador's
