Clint confidently stepped into the room followed by the rest of the party. "Greetings, your majesty... we come here today on the trail of some villains, and wondered if you might know where they may be?"
The man on the throne responded "They might be anywhere. How is one to tell? I can imagine many places they might be but they are not here. Do you think it is likely they would have escaped my notice?"
Banjo, standing next to Clint asked "I am Bonjerus Valerae, of the Valerae wizards of Cheliax. What is your name, good sir?"
A look of anger and resentment came over the face of the man on the throne. It looked as if he had tried to say something but stoped short. After a short pause to collect himself he said, "You are not worthy to hear it spoken!"
Kirlic, standing on the other side of Clint, spoke next. "Kirlic Valenwood, ambassador from the Elven Kingdom to the Dwarves. Perhaps we did not have the right to ask your name, as you did not offer it to us. However, on our way to you, a story with great conflict was shown to us. Can you tell us why these walls tell such a sad tale to those who ... whaa!?!"
As Kirlic was speaking, Banjo shouted out and cast a Scorching Ray at the man upon the throne. The spell hit its mark dealing 21 damage in a fiery bolt. Shock and surprise came from the sorcerer’s fellows. Rage and wrath came from the target.
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