Legend
A young man dressed in robes with a completely shaved head save one long ponytail atop his head enters the room. As soon as the Ambassador enters the Baron begins to turn on the fake charm, but the easterner isn't interested in the Baron at all, he's more interested in you. He raises one hand up as if to silence the Baron's false friendliness and then points in your direction.
"You! You carry a sword of a Warlord! How did you come to acquire such a sword? Speak!" he demands sternly. You and the Baron look surprised that he speaks your language quite well.
Catching you off guard, you tell him the truth that you bought it. The Ambassador stares at your eyes as if he's detecting if you're lying, but he then seems to relax a bit, yet still remains stern.
"I see. Well I suppose you could not have known about the theft of my Master's sword then. It is truly fate that brought me to this barbarian city."
"Barbarian city? I'll have you know this is one of the biggest and prosperous cities in the land!" the Baron exclaims indignantly.
"Yes, perhaps in this uncivilized land it is, but back in my home land in this place would be a mere village, but back to the matters of the sword. That sword is a family heirloom of my Master. It was wielded by his fathers' before him and retired long before he was even born. It was not meant for combat again, but instead as a symbol of duty, honor and legacy. Its theft has been a dark spot on my Master's honor. As it is property that rightfully belongs to him, I must demand that it be returned immediately!"
The Baron looks at you sweat coming from his forehead, wondering what you're going to do.
"You! You carry a sword of a Warlord! How did you come to acquire such a sword? Speak!" he demands sternly. You and the Baron look surprised that he speaks your language quite well.
Catching you off guard, you tell him the truth that you bought it. The Ambassador stares at your eyes as if he's detecting if you're lying, but he then seems to relax a bit, yet still remains stern.
"I see. Well I suppose you could not have known about the theft of my Master's sword then. It is truly fate that brought me to this barbarian city."
"Barbarian city? I'll have you know this is one of the biggest and prosperous cities in the land!" the Baron exclaims indignantly.
"Yes, perhaps in this uncivilized land it is, but back in my home land in this place would be a mere village, but back to the matters of the sword. That sword is a family heirloom of my Master. It was wielded by his fathers' before him and retired long before he was even born. It was not meant for combat again, but instead as a symbol of duty, honor and legacy. Its theft has been a dark spot on my Master's honor. As it is property that rightfully belongs to him, I must demand that it be returned immediately!"
The Baron looks at you sweat coming from his forehead, wondering what you're going to do.