"Dear me," Darien muttered, "that's a rather gloomy sort of outfit, isn't it? I don't think it suits your complexion very well, good Sir. Not well at all, indeed."
Surkha squinted at him. "My Lord, do you really think this is the time for a fashion review?"
Darien waved his hand casually. "My dear, there is always
time for a fashion review. It is, after all, one of the driving forces behind the politics of our great nation. Or have you forgotten that infamous Red Dress incident, when the Lady Milina Khe Tania
wore that particular shade to the Alignment Ball at the Hall of Will'o'the'Owl, what was it...six years ago?...right after Lord Sabevan Sabevanik's oldest son was killed in a duel with young Lord Remir Lyubovik. It was universally assumed to be a demonstartion of alliegiance with House Krasnatva, particularly since the girl had the poor sense to wear fuchsia shoes with it and Lord Sabevan Sabevanik threatened to withdraw his support of the Extended Zharin Settlement Act unless High Lord Brakhil gave him his leave to demand satisfaction off the silly girl. Well, his leave he gave, the girl was slayn - of course she was, I was on the fencing team with Milina Khe Tania
and I much enjoyed being paired off with her, since it allowed me to mentally write up my homework for Introduction to Economics while she was whacking her fingers with her own blade - and ever since then, her father has made it his mission in life to bury every single proposal that has come out of Brakhil. Quite successfully, too, because his nephew is married to...oh, but never mind that. It's actually quite fortuitous, since High Lord Brakhil is a reactionary imbecile and a dreadful bore, to boot. In any case, fashion is very serious business and everyone who is anyone must
pay attention to it. Particularly when there are serious affairs abound."
Darien smiled and blinked owlishly as his personal aide rolled her eyes. She was, for all intents and purposes, rather new to Sawhan politics and she was terribly afflicted with a bad case of sound common sense. Which was a quality he appreciated in her quite profoundly, but it did make it ever so much more difficult for her to accept the insane levels of foolishness and vanity that ran rampant amongst the nobility.
He turned to the man in black - all jokes aside, the outfit really wasn't kind on his complexion - and said, "My dear fellow, why don't you tell me more about this alternate universe business of yours? It sounds most fascinating."
It also sounds like I might spin it to my advantage, he added to himself. There is nothing quite like a world-wide catastrophe to get along your own agenda. If everyone is distracted with saving our reality from being obliterated, I just might sneak that addendum to the Chieftain's Priviledge Law past the bloody conservatives.
Your character(s) suddenly find themselves in Pompeij, just as the vulcano breaks out.
Complicated - because simple is simply too simple.