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“Lord Nicolin Gifford, of House Gifford.” A voice interjected into the conversation, causing Karl and Zufar to turn their heads at the source. “That was a course of action that I distinctly advised against, considering there were other, less hazardous options for creating a big distraction.”
Another snort came from Zufar in response, but the third voice seemed to have caused Karl to stand up straighter. Considering that this was the Arch-Count of the Strojland Confederation, Otto von Stehlen, known to some as the “Iron Count". Thus it made sense for one of the knights of the realm to stand, given that Karl was supposed to be acting as his brother’s bodyguard.
“In any event, you are here as part of my diplomatic entourage, not as a thief. Behave accordingly.” Otto’s words were firm, as was his gaze, an immediate contrast to the Zufar’s more scoundrel-like attitude. It was clear that whatever reason Zufar was here, it was because of a connection between the pirate prince and the iron count. After a brief pause, Otto glanced from Zufar to his armored little brother, a stern gaze meeting an indifferent one. “That also goes for you, Sir Karl. We’re here to forge diplomatic connections, not to gawk idly like a simpleton because there is an absence of clashing swords and cries for help.”
Karl locked eyes with Otto for a brief moment, before looking ahead, saying nothing in the process. It was a simple act, but Otto knew it was Karl’s way of shrugging him off. Karl was a nature born warrior, a fact that that was said the day he was cut out of the womb. But Karl was more than a simple fighter; he was a warrior with the virtues of a knight instilled into him since he was little. The lad might not have been of many words, but if there was someone in need of defending, Karl would be the first into the fray, at the very tip of the spear.
Yet hard iron could only ever get a man so far, an important lesson that Otto hoped to impart onto his young brother.
“The queen of this royal procession will likely be soliciting for certain connections and people of interest. I have business to discuss with her regarding our respective realm. Prior to that, I want to know exactly what she wants and why she wants it.”
“A question, if I may.” Zufar spoke up, seeing as the task seemingly peaking the pirate prince’s interest. “I could be wrong, but are you not already a master at this diplomacy, being the so-called “Arch-Count” of your realm? Surely if this task is of such importance you would have brought along one of your trained assistants, instead dragging along your battle-sworn little brother and some pirate with a bounty on his head.”
It was a rhetorical question, and both men knew.
“Because Sir Karl can stand to broaden his horizons beyond just the people of our realm and random adventurers he just so happens to stumble upon in the snow.” Otto replied, the stern look now casted upon Zufar. “And you need no explanation.”
The pirate chuckled and threw his hands up a little, as if to admit defeat.
“Enough chit-chat then. Find out what you can, and we regroup once the procession starts.” Karl responded with a nod, while Zufar responded with a dramatic bow. One of them was clearly enjoying this more than the other…
Another snort came from Zufar in response, but the third voice seemed to have caused Karl to stand up straighter. Considering that this was the Arch-Count of the Strojland Confederation, Otto von Stehlen, known to some as the “Iron Count". Thus it made sense for one of the knights of the realm to stand, given that Karl was supposed to be acting as his brother’s bodyguard.
“In any event, you are here as part of my diplomatic entourage, not as a thief. Behave accordingly.” Otto’s words were firm, as was his gaze, an immediate contrast to the Zufar’s more scoundrel-like attitude. It was clear that whatever reason Zufar was here, it was because of a connection between the pirate prince and the iron count. After a brief pause, Otto glanced from Zufar to his armored little brother, a stern gaze meeting an indifferent one. “That also goes for you, Sir Karl. We’re here to forge diplomatic connections, not to gawk idly like a simpleton because there is an absence of clashing swords and cries for help.”
Karl locked eyes with Otto for a brief moment, before looking ahead, saying nothing in the process. It was a simple act, but Otto knew it was Karl’s way of shrugging him off. Karl was a nature born warrior, a fact that that was said the day he was cut out of the womb. But Karl was more than a simple fighter; he was a warrior with the virtues of a knight instilled into him since he was little. The lad might not have been of many words, but if there was someone in need of defending, Karl would be the first into the fray, at the very tip of the spear.
Yet hard iron could only ever get a man so far, an important lesson that Otto hoped to impart onto his young brother.
“The queen of this royal procession will likely be soliciting for certain connections and people of interest. I have business to discuss with her regarding our respective realm. Prior to that, I want to know exactly what she wants and why she wants it.”
“A question, if I may.” Zufar spoke up, seeing as the task seemingly peaking the pirate prince’s interest. “I could be wrong, but are you not already a master at this diplomacy, being the so-called “Arch-Count” of your realm? Surely if this task is of such importance you would have brought along one of your trained assistants, instead dragging along your battle-sworn little brother and some pirate with a bounty on his head.”
It was a rhetorical question, and both men knew.
“Because Sir Karl can stand to broaden his horizons beyond just the people of our realm and random adventurers he just so happens to stumble upon in the snow.” Otto replied, the stern look now casted upon Zufar. “And you need no explanation.”
The pirate chuckled and threw his hands up a little, as if to admit defeat.
“Enough chit-chat then. Find out what you can, and we regroup once the procession starts.” Karl responded with a nod, while Zufar responded with a dramatic bow. One of them was clearly enjoying this more than the other…
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