Duke_Vash wrote:"Nie. We of the Northland. Across the waters of cold. That is homeland. To t-trade, to give and get. Yes. And a promise of no battle made here. What we desire now." The language was strange on his tongue but he was slowly getting the better understanding of it. "Agree of peace. For trade. Of brotherhood." He closed his upper left palm over his upper right fist, a symbol of non-aggression, he moved to do similar with his lower arms for a moment, only stubs twitched.

'Not the ones the High Lord met' thought Brior. He supposed it was too much to hope for. Their size was certainly intimidating, though he took comfort in the amount of guards behind him. They looked brutish to him with those four arms, all but their negotiator. Perhaps the reason he was chosen. "What exactly is it you'd like to get? Gems? Metals? And what do you offer?"

Spademan wrote:

Revonwing wrote:Terras smiled and nodded before retiring to his quarters. He thought about Mallon's offer, and of Mallon's prior experience. "Perhaps we could make use of such." He spoke before resting for the night.

As he came out onto the deck, he sought out Mallon. "Where are we now?"

(Sorry, still getting back into this)

"Sailing around the Rinn Toirnach sir" replied Mallon, giving up the wheel to his first mate, "Storms wrack any ship that dares enter, so we're avoiding it. A lot of lives lost in there, cargo too I'd imagine. We should be in uncharted waters soon, may Tarna guide us."

"Smart to avoid it. Say, do you happen to know why those two are on the ship?" (Again I apologize. Not sure what to say."

Spademan wrote:'Not the ones the High Lord met' thought Brior. He supposed it was too much to hope for. Their size was certainly intimidating, though he took comfort in the amount of guards behind him. They looked brutish to him with those four arms, all but their negotiator. Perhaps the reason he was chosen. "What exactly is it you'd like to get? Gems? Metals? And what do you offer?"

The leader thought for a moment before replying . "I know not what you value, our timbers make for great vessels of war. And after the conquest of North-men, we also have slaves of abundance to offer for metals. We seek to talk closer of peace, you seem a strong people. We also seek that our claims of the North are held, and will fight for them, do not attempt to assist North-men and we can be as friends."Other members of the ship had disembarked now, soon dwarfing the surrounding guards in number and size. "I would like my brothers to scout the city markets, to see all you have to offer."

Revonwing wrote:"Smart to avoid it. Say, do you happen to know why those two are on the ship?"

"Hmm? Oh the Ambassador, I was nervous about taking her. Would rather have done it after, when I knew the way. She was very insistent though, and she's hard to argue with, double so with that bodyguard of hers standing over me. Those tower folk always take one with them whenever they leave town." Mallon took the wheel back. When the violent storms lay far behind them he turned the ship westward, looking for land. "This is all new to me now. Let me know when you recognise anything."

Duke_Vash wrote:
The leader thought for a moment before replying . "I know not what you value, our timbers make for great vessels of war. And after the conquest of North-men, we also have slaves of abundance to offer for metals. We seek to talk closer of peace, you seem a strong people. We also seek that our claims of the North are held, and will fight for them, do not attempt to assist North-men and we can be as friends."Other members of the ship had disembarked now, soon dwarfing the surrounding guards in number and size. "I would like my brothers to scout the city markets, to see all you have to offer."

Brior scowled at the mention of slaves. As more of the giants rapidly appeared some guards on high drew their bows. Brior raised a hand, signalling for them to stand down. "Slaves are forbidden here, if you've brought any leave them aboard your ship." Brior supposed the north-men were one of the many human kingdoms. "We will trade for your timber, I will have a small number of your people escorted to the bazaar. There you'll see all I have to offer, sturdy metals, elaborate carpets, precious gems, I'm sure you'll find something of interest." Brior gave orders to the guard with the mace, the captain, and soon the ring of guards broke with a select few to lead the giants when ready.

"We do as little men wish." With that he motioned his own group of guards to travel with them. "Our timber strong, but few metal for weapons, metals good... When time, speak with High Chief I will." Behind it no threat, nor request, just statement. "After done here I go across the sea to my people. If lucky you may met our High Lord Christian." With that Roland followed the escort into the bizarre, accompanied by a myriad of strange looks from the little men natives as they passed.

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