>>6180364As he scans everyone in your party, it’s clear that the guard doesn’t seem happy to see you.
“Hmph, more foreigners.” The guard says haughtily atop his mount. “And you seem a great deal more suspicious than the last batch. State your identity and business here in Hima!” The man’s wyvern eyes you hungrily, its serpent tongue darting out of its mouth. A truly nasty creature, this thing. So, these were the so-called Scorchers?
“Easy friend.” Alvin says. “We’re not all foreigners. I am Adjunct Alvin, of the Royal College. I seek lodging for my party. We’re looking to rest for a few days before leaving for Shangri-La, on our journey to Morfis. Will you allow us entry?”
The soldier is hardly impressed upon hearing Alvin’s title. “An Adjunct, eh? And you’re travelling with a group of foreigners? That’s a bit odd, no?”
“Is there a reason for all the suspicion?” Alvin asks.
“If you have any questions, I suggest you bring them up with Governor Tobias.” The Scorcher says. The man was clearly enjoying throwing his weight about. “I’ll allow you entrance into Hima, but I’ll need to confiscate your weapons first.”
“What is the meaning of this?” Alvin says, growing increasingly annoyed with the guard.
“Governor’s orders.” The Scorcher replies. “All visitors are to have their weapons confiscated upon entry. You’ll have them returned to you when you leave. Do you have a problem with that? If so, feel free to head back down.” The man’s wyvern, perhaps sensing its rider's emotions, opens its mouth to let out a hiss of sorts.
>A): Leave your weapons with the guard.>B): “We mean no harm, and are tired after days of travelling. Do you really need to do this?” (LCKx3: 42% to succeed.)>C): “You’re welcome to come down from that ugly lizard and take my weapons yourself.” (STR+LCKx2: 84% to succeed.)>D): Write-in 