>>6058776This is only the first part of your speech, the part you hope that gets through, at least without getting cut off. Rodomonte, Mordred, Vivian, Guin, Escanor, and that unknown girl who dragged you into Avalon—those six are out there somewhere and will hear it.
You pause, then continue.
"Remember, you do not stand alone. To anyone who seeks to return home, I am your friend. I only ask that you be my friend too. I am determined to search out my True Name, to find the Lady of the Lake to reveal my Geas, and discover the last mysterious task to return to my family. I shall not falter on this task. I chose it.
To any foe, know that I take no heed to dangers or fear treachery. Only tyrants fear. I place my chiefest strength in the loyalty of my vassals to defend Camelot and assist me. This Kingdom shall not fall! I lay down my life and honor and resolve to live and die for it. The Gods make glorious the generous and the brave, and they shall reward me for my devotion to these ideals."
This part of the message is likely to go unheard by the others. It's more directed at Agreste so that he knows what your business is about and how you are going to go about it. Did the stony brow of the Spriggan move a bit? No, the Herald's face is neutral. Damn it, it's hard to read him.
You place the handset back on the brass telephone once more, and it winks out of existence.
"Thy word shall be spread amongst thy brethern. Til next time when the Lady wills it."
Agreste begins melting back into the stones. You can't just let the Herald leave before he hears your request.
"Wait one moment Agreste. Hear me out, if you love battle, then I am ever ready to give you one and learn the ways of war. I came to Avalon without ever striking a blow against anyone in my life!"
The melting process of Agreste retreat stops.
"... What? Then how did you even survive your Quests?" Argeste baffled, the stone man cannot comprehend the idea. A King who has never fought before arriving in Avalon is clearly not something he has considered before.
"Luck?" You offer as an explanation, it truly is a miracle you aren't dead. Well, you were dead once but you got better.
"Bwah, to think a King of Camelot would be as firm in battle as saggy grandmother tits and skilled at it as a sodden goat guzzling sour beer all day. What was your boasting of bravery for the sake of thy Kingdom all about if ye can barely fight? Very well. If I feel like shedding blood and remedying my boredom, I shall call upon thee."
With that the Herald fades away into the stone.
Ah, that little speech moved the dial in convincing him to help you. Only when he feels like it though. You'll take that as a victory.
<span class="mu-r">The Herald will fight you in the future. Be ready to accept when the dread master of battle comes calling.</span>
