>>6180366>You really didn’t appreciate the way this bastard was barking orders at you. Baring your teeth, you take a step in front of Alvin and address the Scorcher, who sits atop his wyvern staring at you smugly. “You’re welcome to come down from that ugly lizard and take my weapon yourself. If you think you have it in you, that is.” The threat of violence is plain as day in your voice. You watch as the grin of self-satisfaction that was plastered on the Scorcher’s face slowly melts away. It morphs into anger, followed by self-doubt, and then finally, fear. He opens his mouth to say something, but only wheezing air comes out. He pulls sharply on the reins of his wyvern, taking to the air and shouting out for his comrades to come join him.
“H-help! Help! They’re going to attack!” The Scorcher cries. In an instant, he is joined by the other wyverns riders that had been perched on the walls, each of them circling over you. The archers that you’d seen in the watchtowers also train their bows on you. Perhaps you may have taken things a step too far, because in an instant, Hima’s garrison appears ready for an all out war.
“W-wait! Wait damn you!” Alvin cries, jumping ahead and waving his arms left and right. “No one’s fighting anyone! We’ll hand over our weapons, but I demand to see Governor Tobias immediately!”
>“You can’t be serious.” You say to the Adjunct. “Why should I need to comply with these assholes?”“Because if you don’t, we’ll have an extra week of walking through the damn desert.” Alvin seethes. “Keep your lid on, and don’t make an unnecessary enemy out of these guys. Like it or not, we have need of them right now. ”
More wyverns join the fray, having been alerted to the commotion outside the gates. They circle above you in deliberation with each other. Or perhaps they were waiting for you to make the first move. After a few moments of tension, one of the wyverns leaves the circle, heading back towards the city. The rider that you and Alvin had previously been speaking with lands on the ground, this time with two armed guards flanking him.
“I’ll allow you in the city, Adjunct.” The guard seethes. “But I’m confiscating those weapons. I’ve just sent word to the Governor…as well as the rest of the Scorchers inside the city. They’ll all be keeping an extremely close eye on you, so don’t even think about letting your foreign dog over here off his leash.” He glances at you before spitting off the side of his mount. “You damn Fodlanders are an uncivilized bunch, aren’t you? Nothing like the Almyrans we’ve been hosting.”
>A): Comply>B): Leave Hima>C): Write-in 