>>5176186>>5176195You decide to see if the man was behind your assassination, trying to tell an hint. You bowed at the same time as Oldfossil and your other men.
-My Liege, I am glad to have made it alive, roads are dangerous in your part of the country.
The Baron seemed not to worry to much. He raised an eyebrow and answered.
-What was it ? Kobolds ? Whatever...
He still looked at Bohémond and you made sign to your knight to introduce himself. The knight said in a quite blunt tone.
-I am Bohémond d'Autrelieu monseigneur, knight at the service of lord Eudes de Villeroi, and now of his son, Charles.
The baron smiled a bit at that and said.
-Yes, yes, Crueail told me you were strangers with strange names. Oh, I have nothing against strangers. And I am sure Oldfossil and Rollarion will manage to make you know our lands better.
Your right hand man answered.
-I help as I can, my lord. But Rollarion Mc Fumbles has passed away.
The baron did not stop smiling. His half smile was maybe a mean to say that he was happy about the death of Rollarion but did not want to show it too much.
-Mmmmh... First Lord Random, then Rollarion... Beware Oldfossil, maybe you are the next... Maybe Local is cursed, it would be a shame, it is such a pretty place. With the view on the plains, the grey stones, and the hunting grounds near the cairns that are so good for falconing. Ah ! When you look at it you would almost want to confiscate it !
You looked at the man bluntly, clearly unsure of what to say, you were not well versed in intrigue but it sounded like a threat, but he said it in such a playful tone. Then the Baron laughed, and all his councillors, save the cold woman, laughed too. Seeing that you did not laugh and did not manage to smile he patted you on the shoulder and said.
-Relax, relax, it was simply a jest. No need to fear me... Too much...
This man was particularly unpleasant in plus of being a dark wizard and you thought about beheading him while saying.
-Mmmmh... Yes, of course my lord I...
You were interrupted by Ancel who laughed like a madman and everyone looked at him. He then looked at you all and the baron asked.
-And who is this man who smells of dung ? And why does he laughs ?
You quickly answered and said.
-It is Ancel le Purineur, he is not very gracious or civilised but he is cunning and smells tracks well. He is my scout. And why do you laughed Ancel...
Ancel looked at you quite lost and said.
-The Burgundian Baron told there was a jest messire... If I understood well... I laughed because of it ? No ?
