Each of the queen and her consorts gets in a car with one worker holding a sword and one holding a maybe-weapon-thing. The rest of the workers get in the cars at near-random.

The cars zoom off.

"Welcome!" the green says to the workers.

One of the workers is not holding a weapon. They pull a piece of paper out of their bag and scribble something on it.

"I'm so glad you decided to send an envoy after all."

"Not our decision," the one holding a sword says neutrally.

"Do you have a separate 'you' for multiple people?"

"Yes. But even if you substituted the plural you, it would still be a grammatically incorrect sentence, because we weren't part of the decision-making process," the one with the paper and writing instrument interjects.

"That's interesting. I was attempting to refer to the species or polity as a whole regardless of who in it made the decision in question."

"There's a separate you for that."

"What is it?"

They name it.

The green writes it down. "I'm actually a linguist, not a diplomat."

"Well, you need to be able to talk before you can diplomacize," the worker reasons.

"Yes, that's the idea. I did my best and I was getting help from a diplomat but I'm not sure how well I was understood."

"Starting translation from scratch is a difficult problem."

"Very!"

"It's impressive you were able to get as far as you did."

He smiles. "Are you a linguist?"

"I dabble, as a hobby. By trade I'm a scribe."

"Who else is here today?"

"The queen's name is Naissa, and her husbands' names are Orreth, Kassin, Arta, Lyvol and Qorin. I wasn't appraised of the full roster but I couldn't fail to recognize them."

"How were the participants selected?"

"I think it varied."

"I was called up for this because I've worked in speculative xenolinguistics and my cousin knows some blues."

"Blues?"