Prince Jabari the Fourth of Boagana

Today is the first day of Prince Jabari the Fourth in the country, you’ve been told over and over again how important this is and it’s best you don’t screw it up. Luckily you’ve been given some easy guidelines to not do so as wait outside the private airport runway and await for him to exit his plane.

Don’t interrupt him, don’t insult him, and let him have fun. Simple enough right?

Finally he steps out, Prince Jabari is massive, over six and half feet tall, his body seemingly chiseled from marble and muscle, his skin nearly ebony black, contrasted by a silk white keffiyeh atop his head. Though dressed in a perfectly fit French made black suit, you can see every individual muscle of his arms and chest under the material. Finally he approaches you, looking down on you with a cold indifference.

“Are you my…tour guide?” His voice booms, heavily accented and reeking of royal smugness. “What will be our first stop in this…shit hole country?”