Uncle, first, allow me to express my hope that the daughter's luggage arriving is a good thing, not a bad thing! (I'm sure you'd be glad to see her either way!)
I'm starting to think that those stories, or what you remember of them, might make a nice appendix to your book. After all, they're probably the inspiration of a lot of the "adventuring" side of Tekumel! And something like "The Hidden Roots of the Petal Throne" might be a fitting title.
Of course, that's exactly how it was in Europe, though most fantasy ignores it. You display the signs that identify you as part of (or head of) a group.
Why would a decent man cover his family crest, or his coat of arms? These are things you're supposed to be proud of. Why aren't you? Are you not a decent man?
(Exception was made for stuff like people that have given an oath).
Here's my question! Can you, or the Glorious General, describe what it would be like to simply walk down the street in the Foreigners' Quarter in Jakalla, looking for a place to stay?
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