>>5324576>>5324667>>5324691>>5324702>>5324812>>5324844>>5324933You decided to be stern, and answered firmly.
-How dare you ask questions to a lord before he has asked some himself ?
And then you were completely astonished, you heard voices in your head. Yes, voices, like a saint, or a madman, but more like a madman. One was a cultured voice of a middle aged man, he seemed to want to laugh. It said "Ahahaha, he's pissed at you Beau.". The second voice, the same voice as the one of Beau the Bard, said clearly "Who does this prick thinks he is ? He is just ruling a backwater place and acts like he is king of everything." the third voice, the voice of a proletarian said "and d'is accent, by tha gods it's ridiculous". How dared he ! And what was this ? Was it some magic. Then a quite dumb and primitive voice said "Need to kill the cripple ?". You wondered what was this sorcery but remarked that everyone was looking shocked around you. Your guardsmen especially. Father François did the sign of the cross but before any other person could react the voice of Beau in your head continued "I will salvage this, let a professional act.".
-I am sorry, powerful lord of... Local, I am terribly sorry for my mistake, me and my companions have travelled and...
Captain Crumbling interrupted him, the old man was literally boiling with rage, you never saw him like that.
-How dare you, pitiful vermin, insult our lord in your telepathic communications and think that we will not manage to hear you. How dare you !
