Knights of Tezoth

After quite a long time, Manka finally reaches the surface, and then Sandbornia, where she stays to live.

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Alaria was no stranger to looking down on people, given her height, and over the pesky little runt she towered like a cliff. The pesky little man was trying to get through not just anywhere, but straight to the ruler of these lands, which hardly added to his credibility.

"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 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, and the ability to put any meaning into his words. The rudeness he displayed and his vague answer only heightened her suspicions. Anyone can call themselves an important figure and a diplomat, and this one didn't even give his name or provide any confirmation of his status.

"Nevertheless, Mister Diplomat, you will have to spend it," the "blockhead" replied impassively, without changing her expression, "without knowing your name, or 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 papers that would confirm your status."

- Heh! You don't even know who you're talking to! - The little gnome proudly presents the interlocutor with a document confirming that he is a representative of not exactly a lord, but of a Knight of Imperialism. - Standing before you is none other than Fravd Mong, the most important diplomat in all of Florenzan!

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Alaria indeed did not know who she was talking to, as she was hearing 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, sincerely believed so. Though even that could have been a cunning ploy. Especially since the new acquaintance still hadn't 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, do forgive me, but the guards will have to search you. Not out of distrust toward your name or that of your patron, don't get me wrong, but because those names could be used by scoundrels with ill intent. You understand that these are troubled times, and a person with malicious intentions, through magic or enchanted items, can disguise themselves behind the face of an important figure."

- Search away. Only those with dull minds carry sharp iron. My matter is of a diplomatic nature, upon which the fate of your little region depends.

Having received consent, Catharsis orders the guards to search the gallant visitor.

I could go to Cartridge first and report about this fellow, so that I can already get a refusal or consent?