Warlords: Strategic Conquest
"Hrrrrrm..." He considers your proposal.
"Sure, why not? I don't have any kids yet but I'll let you know when I do." He makes eye contact with the two giggling young women laying at his side.
You agree to stay over for dinner and drinks to celebrate your agreement as well as the Russian New Year. While you wait to be joined by a few traveling diplomats, the Prince mutters an aside. "This is the first time I've ever made an agreement with a foreign diplomat. Most of the them come here asking for formal treaties, like I was in charge or somethi-."
Before the Prince can finish his sentence, an ornately dressed man saunters into the throne room. Wearing a bead-covered headdress, a sheepskin robe intricately lined with jade stones and pearls, and shoes made of gold silk, he smiles and walks toward you with cupped hands. "It is my honor to meet you President Min. I am Khirnorek- chief diplomat of the Mongolian Kitan Empire."
"Thank you, thank you," you bow in reply.
Then another man enters the room. Wearing a camel fur coat, he looks positively demure compared to Khirnorek. "A pleasure to meet you all. I am Shalihasa, a courtier from Shah Kamaluka's court in Afghanistan. I bring a message of friendship from my shah. Prince Yevgeni, the future of Russia is bright in your hands. President Min, you are the best hope for a united China. Sir Khirnorek, the mighty Mongolian Kitan Empire is the envy of all rulers."
"Enough, guys," the Prince says. "Let's eat. Giorgi!" Prince Yevgeni puts two fingers up and his butler places several plates of food on the table as all three guests take their seats.
You indulge in whitefish, racks of lamb, smoked salmon, and caviar, while drinking copious amounts of honey vodka. In between mouthfuls of food, Khirnorek and Shalihasa discuss the civil war going on in China.
"I heard from my friend that Lord Kahn hates it when people don't get straight to the point. I also hear he's been giving compliments to General Nahru," says one.
"Really? I heard that Duke Dizen also likes people who speak directly. But he's allied with Governor Toleron," replies the other.
The rest of the dinner conversation is uneventful. Shalihasa excuses himself from the table after stuffing his belly and leaves. Khirnorek does likewise soon thereafter. Prince Yevgeni himself is completely passed out on his throne. You decide to retire to your quarters and sleep off the abundant meal.
You wake up and realize it would be more prudent to see to your kingdom's affairs than to resume senseless partying. You return home happy to have made a long term ally as well as having gleaned some useful information for your next sit-down. Which of the two will you visit now?
"Sure, why not? I don't have any kids yet but I'll let you know when I do." He makes eye contact with the two giggling young women laying at his side.
You agree to stay over for dinner and drinks to celebrate your agreement as well as the Russian New Year. While you wait to be joined by a few traveling diplomats, the Prince mutters an aside. "This is the first time I've ever made an agreement with a foreign diplomat. Most of the them come here asking for formal treaties, like I was in charge or somethi-."
Before the Prince can finish his sentence, an ornately dressed man saunters into the throne room. Wearing a bead-covered headdress, a sheepskin robe intricately lined with jade stones and pearls, and shoes made of gold silk, he smiles and walks toward you with cupped hands. "It is my honor to meet you President Min. I am Khirnorek- chief diplomat of the Mongolian Kitan Empire."
"Thank you, thank you," you bow in reply.
Then another man enters the room. Wearing a camel fur coat, he looks positively demure compared to Khirnorek. "A pleasure to meet you all. I am Shalihasa, a courtier from Shah Kamaluka's court in Afghanistan. I bring a message of friendship from my shah. Prince Yevgeni, the future of Russia is bright in your hands. President Min, you are the best hope for a united China. Sir Khirnorek, the mighty Mongolian Kitan Empire is the envy of all rulers."
"Enough, guys," the Prince says. "Let's eat. Giorgi!" Prince Yevgeni puts two fingers up and his butler places several plates of food on the table as all three guests take their seats.
You indulge in whitefish, racks of lamb, smoked salmon, and caviar, while drinking copious amounts of honey vodka. In between mouthfuls of food, Khirnorek and Shalihasa discuss the civil war going on in China.
"I heard from my friend that Lord Kahn hates it when people don't get straight to the point. I also hear he's been giving compliments to General Nahru," says one.
"Really? I heard that Duke Dizen also likes people who speak directly. But he's allied with Governor Toleron," replies the other.
The rest of the dinner conversation is uneventful. Shalihasa excuses himself from the table after stuffing his belly and leaves. Khirnorek does likewise soon thereafter. Prince Yevgeni himself is completely passed out on his throne. You decide to retire to your quarters and sleep off the abundant meal.
You wake up and realize it would be more prudent to see to your kingdom's affairs than to resume senseless partying. You return home happy to have made a long term ally as well as having gleaned some useful information for your next sit-down. Which of the two will you visit now?