>>5694997You stride in kingly fashion to the door, triggering cries of confusion and alarm from the animals at your unfamiliar presence as you approach. You don’t even get a chance to knock when a burly, bearded man—shorter than you, but not by much, and broad enough to be a bugbear—shoves open the door and nearly knocks you over with its wide and powerful arc. He grips a thick-headed axe in one hand, as he glanced through squinting eyes at the lot of you and chews his beard.
“The hell are you doing on my land?” he demands—not malicious, but certainly not welcoming as you might have hoped. “Who are you? Circus?”
His eye settle on your ornate armour, and take quick stock of your artisanal array of unusual armaments.
“Oh,” he growls, “adventurers.”
“We are—” you begin.
“Can handle my own bloody goblins and dire-rats, thanks,” he interrupts, beginning to shut the door. “Don’t have no quests for you, bloody freeloading ragamuffin good-for-nothing—”
You grab the door in one hand, preventing its closure. The man heaves with a bit more force, but I clearly surprised at your strength. Rather than put his back into it and give you actual challenge, he regards you more closely.
"We are not adventurersss."
“Easterling, are you?” he asks. “Brought some nancies and a Southman, too, I see. What do you want, Easterling?”
>Intimidate him—you’re here to sue his lodgings and restock supplies and, for his rudeness, he’d best oblige you—Theral, King of Bloodrise!>You’re hoping for a place to stay the night, but you don’t mean to impose upon him—you’ll gladly work to earn your keep and a meal>Charm him—compliment his resourcefulness, his obvious strength, and offer him some of the treasure you brought to help improve it still further if he will but let you and your retinue stay>You’re annoyed now—thrash this man and take what you will [specify if you kill him, or how badly you injure him]>Write-in 