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>SELECTED: Burly giants, clearly Norsikaan by the helm and longaxes slung over the shoulder, but armoured in glittering chainmail hauberks of southern make. These men are a different breed from the sort of ill-tempered drunks you encountered in Port Bounty. [Norsikaan Cohort]
You’ve encountered Norsikaans before in Port Bounty, you even fought one in the narrow alleys of Port Bounty and remain unimpressed by the encounter. You had been just about ready to right their kind off as drunken, mean louts that relied more on enthusiasm than any true skill in a real fight. These creatures are a different breed entirely.
There are four of them, standing bold as you please in the impressive southern maille and longaxes hefted over their shoulder. Standing between them, comically miniscule in comparison to such dangerous giants, is an unarmed shaven-headed slave-boy nervously addressing an assortment of armed men squaring off with the Norsikaan’s in the esplanade.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Με αλάνθαστη υπαγόρευση, ο κύριός σας καλείται στο παλάτι της ημισέληνου για να απαντήσει στις υπηρέτριες του Υψίστου. Οι ζωές όσων αντιτίθενται θα σβήσουν.”</span></span> The slave-boy, younger still than the last slave translator you encountered, receives no response from the score of mercenaries of varying origin interposing themselves between the northmen and their own employer.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Αυτές οι μάγισσες δεν έχουν δύναμη να με καλέσουν!”</span></span> The silken-robed Cathagi man at the center of the mercenaries speaks confidently, but you can see the sweat on his brow from here. <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Είμαι αξιοσέβαστο μέλος της Κάστας Merchanta! Ποια υπαγόρευση με καλεί; Είμαι σίγουρα κάτω από την αντίληψη του Υψίστου…”</span></span>
The Norsikaan closest to you seems entirely unfazed by the long odds, bored even. Each of his muscled arms are draped over the shaft of the longaxe across the shoulders like a water-carrier coming from the well. He pays no attention to the dozen armed men to his left and right, instead basking in the warm glow of the sun.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“İnvokable dikte ile efendiniz, En Yüksek'in cariyelerine cevap vermesi için Hilal Sarayına çağrılır. Bunu engellemeye çalışan herkesin hayatı kaybedilecektir.”</span></span> The slave-boy ignores the silken-dressed man, addressing directly a set of spear-wielding men adorned in light padded tunics and simple headcloth wrapped about their faces.
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