As a completely random note, I'm really getting into Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. I haven't gotten into a show this much where I've just wanted to marathon the entire thing in quite some time, so it's pretty refreshing. The map in this scene is partially inspired by the one in Dragonstone in A Song of Ice and Fire, but I've seen plenty of improvised terrain mockups done in the Army where people have gotten very creative and made quite life-like representations in short amounts of time. Also, miniature wargaming.
It was carved wood and exhibited the gentle roll of the coastline, the impulsive juts of mountain and hill. Artisans had come to paint the lands such as they were purported to be, and moss brought to grow in where forests may lay. Miniature cities erupted across every land, itself scarred by the interweaving of roads. Paramount in importance, figurines of men, horse, and ship alike stood silent vigil over their diminutive domiciles, the whereabouts of every army in Arche Aigaios were right there, as well as those informed to have been by the other nations of the world. The circle of the world met with the marble flooring, what lay beyond a yet still enigmatic.
As he drew in the world by means of his eyes, Kaveh performed another dance, a bow similar to the one which he had been greeted with, and loudly exclaimed, “Epander Theophilos of Khatria, I present you to Strategos Miltiades Nikandros.” He motioned towards Epander and added, “He is the prospective courtier with whom you were to acquaint with.”
Multitudes of men bustled about, but it was clear to whom he was addressing. It was not that he was the only one to wear a chiton of saffron bordered with crimson and a belt of gold amongst most of the others who adorned themselves in clothing of an insipid colour; he was encircled by a retinue of men also outfitted in finer fabric. No, it was his stature, it was the command that he exuded; how the attention of the entire room was drawn to him, either wittingly so or not. The Strategos was a taller man of black, wavy hair, pale skin, and bright green eyes. It was his eyes that did it most of all, and his smirk which appeared as though it scarce fled his lips. It bled with compassion and sincerity, a violent juxtaposition to the first man which he had met.
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