>>5694400>Art: Anonymous Wall Painters of Kemet ( circa 1420-1411 BC)>Alt-text: Menna, Overseer of Fields of the Lord of the Two Lands, records the garain harvest of some farmers."Shoots, maybe I am bluffing about cutting you off. What I'm NOT bluffing about..."
You move between 4 Blade and the farmers.
"Is that you're not taking their food without a scrap. And sure, your pet nutcracker'll probabaly turn us into fish bait, but not without me slapping the shit out you, and not without having an army of pised off warriors crossing the ocean in things you can't IMAGINE to make you pay for it. My name is Makana. Chief of Ke Awa, Speaker of the Ahi, Wrecker of Shit. So if you want to dodge a black eye and having to explain to your Guild why their city's on fire, you'll turn your milky little head around and leave with your inflated ego intact."
4 Blade clenches their hands around their weapons. 6 Knife and your crew do the same. You clench... something else.
The farmers look on in fear and...
Fountainer: Heh. Very well crea- Makana. This village is yours. Lenλātōn!
With a flick of the Fountainer’s head, 4 Blade sets their weapons aside and walks back to the boat.
The laborers follow and carry the merchant on board, keeping even a drop of mud from touching he expensive robe.
As they sail off, the person who could have started a war smirks back at you.
Fountainer: I look forward to seeing you again, Shitwrecker.
A heavy silence fills the air until Ōra breaks out in a cheer!
Ōra: La þīrn jērānīw lā!
The chant takes over the crowd and soon, many farmers are joining in. You don’t need to speak the language to know this is a win.
Your response?
>The Loa say don’t be dicks. They were dicks, so I ran them off, no big deal.>You are all under my sacred protection!>The Loa, and no one else, rule these farms! 