>>5981470>>5981444>>5980823As the chaos warriors start their wade through the freezing streams, the cold water sizzling and boiling in contact with their armor, and begin their long march in the thick forests, they reveal their numbers to the chaos warriors defending the town.
Confused talk is exchanged between the warriors, yet eventually, a lone boy carrying a tar black banner is sent forwards towards the minotaurs.
The minotaurs watch as the gold haired boy, certainly of no more than fifteen winters old, walks to the edge of the stream bed, then uncomfortably slides and skids down, almost falling over twice.
Krantagarh murmurs something and a minotaur with a human face on his shoulder steps out from hiding.
"Who art thou?" The face on the minotaurs shoulder asks.
"Gesu, son of Hama, a smith of Urslo, of the Baersonlings." The boy recites, obviously nervous.
"Why cometh you here?" The face asks as the minotaur slowly paces towards the boy.
"I come to invite to negotiation." The boy says with a shaky voice.
"And what do thaut offer of the Baersonlings to the Krantagarh's band?" The face asks, the minotaur now within three long paces of his kind away from the boy and slowly circling him.
"For peace, the chief offers fifteen wagons of food and furs and a chest of silver (10 loot) and a free passage through our lands." The boy says, more leaning on the banner than holding it.
>This will require a 2/3 player agreement. 