>>5485609When you protest at seeing the hysterically screaming and struggling Gulshara being dragged from you, the Great Khan waves his hand dismissively:
- I see you have dwelt amongst the "civilised men" for too long. So suspicious, so untrusting! We are men of great honour here, we will not meddle with your merchandise, merely... inspect her, for safekeeping. Some of my men are a little restless though. They see that foolish Prince outside (referring to
>>5485502 ) encircled by his strange coterie of maiden knights - what sort of man cowers behind an armed woman as a lady protectress (the men of the Steppe guffaw again in unison, the Great Khan raises a hand to quieten them) - so, it is as I say, the men see this and are offended. They say we should judge him by the old way of the Steppe, the Conqueror and the Great Dark Sky (Skallagrim the Barbarian understands this as: kill him and take his women). What say you, eh? The Troll King has commanded this Prancing Prince be left unharmed, for his entertainment...
You wonder if there is an opportunity here. Could you meet with the feeble and cowering Prince Searlas the Meek outside?
Before he returns to his yurt and encampment within the walls of the ruined castle Ritterskeep, the Great Khan offers you some final words of advice:
- Perhaps I should answer my own question. What sort of people make the best slaves? The answer, I have found, in all my dealings with the so-called civilised men -
The Great Khan scratches his face thoughtfully. You see that his hands and arms are criss-crossed with many scars, gashes and sword wounds.
The Great Khan continues:
- The best slaves are those who cannot see their own chains.
QM: Please see the map for the courtyard in your vicinity.You can also consult the overview maps here
>>5485496>>5485496if there is a particular location or feature you wish to investigate. The entourage of Steppe nomads has mostly dispersed alongside the Great Khan; Noseless Arbeau is still gazing sadly alone at his lute strings though. You can also attempt to look for other traders or merchants etc.
I wonder where that Arrogant Peacock went, Saorlai The Elf wonders, as she winces and clutches her concussed chest in pain (3/8 hp).
(The Great Khan has departed to his private tent quarters in his yurt for the time being).
>Write in what you would like to do.(QM: if you wish, you can meet the Troll King immediately, or look around elsewhere etc)
