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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/6/2016 2:31:18 AM
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[b]He sees the Legate sitting in a chair, his armor glinting in the small amount of light that was let in.[/b]
"Who are you, Profligate?"
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"I still have no clue what that means Roman." [b]He steps inside, away from the entrance [/b] "I am Magrim. Second in command of the Dight Legion. Current commanding general as the general is on leave."
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"A pleasure to meet you. I assume you know who I am." [b]The Legate stands up, and turns to him.[/b] "What brings you here?"
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"Straight to business. I like that." "I'd like to discuss a potential treaty or alliance between the Dight and your Legion. Whatever you may call yourselves."
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"What are your terms?"
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"None really. Just wish for peace between the two of us if anything where to happen."
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"The Legion accepts your offer. Be warned, if any of your troops cause trouble in my camp, they will be strung on a cross like any other."
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"No one will make trouble. You have my word."
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"Then our alliance is sealed. Was there anything else?"
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"That is all."
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"Then take your leave. Unless you'd like to purchase a store permit or slave, that is."
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"A slave?" [b]He ears seem to perk at the suggestion [/b]
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"Yes. A slave. Someone who will do whatever you want, whenever you want. You can treat them like dirt, you just need to keep them alive."
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"Do you have young men. Around 20 years of age?"
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"Yes. Are you interested in purchasing one?"
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"How much?"
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"50 of whatever currency you have."
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[b]He reaches into a pocket, digging out a pouch and picking out 50 yentons. [/b]
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[b]The Legate takes the payment, then sits back down.[/b] "Your slave will be waiting for you at the gate."
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"Our business is done. It's been a pleasure."
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"Likewise. I hope to do further dealings in the future."
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[b]Magrim nods, leaving the tent and going through the camp back to the main entrance [/b]
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[b]There was a man in his early twenties, wearing slave rags. The man had a scar across his left cheek, had blue eyes, and brown hair. He looked at him, expectantly.[/b]
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[b]Magrim looked that man up and down[/b] "Can you speak?"
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"Yes..." [b]His voice was shaky, and quiet.[/b]
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"Excellent!" [b]Magrim gathers his weapons takes the bracelet off. He leaves through the main gates, slave in tow [/b]
