The era of incognito traveling was over, at least to Dev Eru, and that delighted Kampf greatly. He never cared much for masquerading as a bodyguard of Redwing or that detestable Aschen clone, and being able to wear his own colors was a point of pride. Clad now in his traditional black gabardine uniform, trimmed with gold bullion, he decided only to wear a belt and cross strap, deciding to forgo both the traditional saber and greatcoat. He sported, beneath the jet tunic, a crisply contrasting white undershirt along with a tie almost as dark as the rest of his clothing. Regardless, however, of whether he attended in disguise or not, he wasn't ever truly alone, even without counting the Erutin guide, two Landwächter guards always never far behind him, he tried his best to simply imagine that they weren't there, though the double echo of jackboots on the stunning inlaid floors did manage to consistently remind him of their presence. His pace was rather respectable, covering good ground with a wide stride, though it wouldn't register as a legitimate parade step back in the Hegemony.
Arriving in good time to his destination, he offered the best thanks he could to the guide, an awkward act considering his position in life, and ordered the guards to stay at the door, having to repeat himself twice to get the message across. As good as Redwing was at her job, sometimes she just drilled things too hard.
Opening the door gingerly, not wanting to make too bombastic an entrance, Kampf edged into the room, surveying it before acting further. He didn't have to wait long, however, as he caught sight of the Erutin Queen, Wing, her dress and furniture betraying her opulence. That's not to say they didn't favor her, though. Approaching with a quickened pace, he forwent the traditional salute that he practiced almost everywhere he went, considering the two monarchs to be on equal footing, at the least. "Your majesty." He did offer, however, a small nod in greeting.