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Alaria was no stranger to looking down on people, given her height, and over the pesky little man she towered like a cliff. 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 trust.
— State your name and the purpose of your visit, — said Catharsis, 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 blockhead!
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 rudeness he displayed and his 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 "blockhead" replied impassively, her expression unchanged, — 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 to confirm your status.
- Heh! You don't even know who you're talking to! - The little gnome proudly presents his interlocutor with a document confirming that he is a representative not exactly of a lord, but of the Knight of Imperialism. - Standing before you is none other than Fravd Mong, the most important diplomat in all of Florenzan!
Alaria indeed did not know who she was talking to, as she heard this name for the first time in her life. Given the pride in his voice, however, one got the impression that this figure, insignificant in many aspects at once, genuinely believed it himself. Though even that could be a cunning ploy. Especially since the new acquaintance had still not stated the specific purpose of his visit.
— One moment, — putting on her glasses and squinting, the Tarnassian woman read through the "great diplomat's" credentials, — well, it looks legitimate. However, I still need to know the specific purpose of your visit. What matter does milord Ephereal wish to resolve with Lord Cartridge? Furthermore, due to the tense situation in Tezoth, no offense intended, the guard will have to search you. Not out of distrust toward your name or that of your patron, don't get me wrong, but because scoundrels with ill intent might use them. You understand that these are troubled times, and a person with malicious intentions, through magic or enchanted items, could disguise themselves behind the face of an important figure.
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