Imagine this..
You're a messenger for the human kingdom. Many would hate to be in your shoes.. traveling under the cruel sun and having to adventure out to the kingdoms that the common folk tremble under..
Yet all you see is entirely different worlds.
The Elf Kingdom.. is one of the oldest civilizations. With their long lifespan and sharpened minds, they have seen through wars and disasters. When you arrive through the gates, they already have everything prepared. The best stablehands for your horse. The best room and refreshments for your stay in the kingdom. The Elf King and his advisors value your words and input. Which is a very hard thing to accomplish for an admittedly ignorant group.
The Orc Tribes.. may seem like a gruff group of barbarians, but they value strength in all forms. When they hear you riding in, they know you've survived another grueling testament of patience and endurance. A private tent is set up for you, and your horse is taken well cared of. They take your stay quite seriously. The best of their warriors guarding your tent. The Orc Tribes know all too well of enemies trying to trail behind you for a moment to strike.
The Dwarf Camps.. is another one of the oldest civilizations. Many kingdoms do not interact with them due to their isolated lives in the quarries and mountains. But they appreciate the struggle you go through to make it up the rocky cliffs. Your horse gets the best horse shoes ever possibly made. Dwarven steel. Your gear gets fixed up as you discuss trade with the council of members. The Dwarfs do not let you leave until they know you and your horse are in the best possible shape.
When representatives of each land come visit your kingdom? They always pay you the greater respect than your ruling monarch. It's you who's traveled across blazing suns and chilling storms to keep them informed.
So it will be you each land fights for a chance to marry one day.
