Connection ErrorBad RequestThis page went staleSession ExpiredSign in requiredForbiddenNot FoundToo Many RequestsServer ErrorBad GatewayService UnavailableGateway TimeoutHTTP Version Not Supported
Session Expired
Your session has expired. Please log in to continue.
Sign in required
You need an account to do that. Sign in or create one — it only takes a minute.
This page went stale
Your security token was rejected, usually because the page sat open too long or you signed in elsewhere. Nothing was saved. Reload the page and try again.
Request Failed
We encountered an issue while processing your request.
Please check your internet connection and try again.
Alaria was no stranger to looking down on people, given her height, and over the pesky little man she towered like a rock. The persistent little fellow was trying to get through not just anywhere, but straight to the ruler of these lands, which did little to earn him any trust.
— State your name and the purpose of your visit, — Katarzis declared, sizing up the dwarf with a glance, — Lord Cartridge is a busy man.
- I represent the most powerful of Tezoth's regions! I am far too busy a man to waste my time on someone like you! Make way for a diplomat, you lumbering oaf!
For someone who called himself a diplomat, the dwarf lacked both tact and patience, as well as the ability to put any meaning into his words. The displayed rudeness and vague answer only heightened her suspicions. Anyone can claim to be an important figure and a diplomat, and this one hadn't even given his name or provided any proof of his status.
— Nevertheless, Mister Diplomat, you will have to spend it, — the "lumbering oaf" replied impassively, without changing her expression, — without knowing your name, the purpose of your visit, or even the name of the region you represent, I am not entitled to let you through. You haven't even provided any documents that would confirm your status.
Ple-Sen
