Ignoring the grumbling sounds that kept emanating from his two companions who were walking behind him, Daneel stepped into the central island of Marillein with the pomp and glamour of a king who had returned to his palace.
He was dressed as gaudily as possible, with a golden crown on his head and his braided hair stuck up above the piece of jewelry, shaped like a crown, itself. On his request, the elf had also worked on his face, changing a few features to make it seem as grand as possible, and his clothes were the flashiest he had ever worn in his life.