"You will be able to tell." Lloyd grinned. "They wear obvious clothing, and the two distinct types do carry themselves in a noticeable manner. Plus their title will be the give-away. Those hailed as 'Mas', in their name are the more masculine type. Those that are the more feminine are addressed as 'Dam'."
Lloyd recounted the basic formalities of custom for Boyce and explained that these people were not known to be very hostile. Yet, just as they neared the city centre they were surrounded by a dozen of the city's Eminent - the palatial security force.
"You are not of our people!" accused one of the guards, pressing the tip of their lance up against Lloyd's throat. The others did the same to Boyce.
Surprised by this, the two men stared at the main guard, and expressed their displeasure at the aggressive halt of their path to the palace.
Lloyd took the point of the lance into one of his hands and nonchalantly moved it away from his throat, then cleared it before he spoke.
"We are from Besten. We have permission to pass through your beautiful city!" he said.
"We know nothing of such a thing!" yelled the main guard, then ordered. "Follow!"
"They are 'Mas'?" Boyce guessed.
"Yes!" confirmed Lloyd, as the guards took their supplies from them.
"No speaking till you are given permission!" ordered the guard.