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Baron of Meresfeld

Far away on the horizon, you notice a large cloud of dust approaching fairly rapidly. Do you want to hide?

Without sparing so much as a fleeting glance to their surroundings, five heavily armored horsemen gallop by. You cannot see their faces underneath their helmets, but their entire posture gives the impression of a sleepy, mostly habitual readinessto fight. These here horsemen are extremely sure of themselves… With a tremendous clanking, they pass you by, and soon, not even the dust cloud they’ve raised remains to be seen.

Undaunted and without taking any notice of you, the warriors ride on. They are only a few paces away and show absolutely no sign of stopping. I would recommendgetting out of their way. Well?

They don’t spare you a glance in passing. Minutes later, the only thing that remains to be seen is a cloud of dust on the far horizon.

Immediately in front of [NAME], the first of the horsemen lifts a hand, and all ofthem stop on the spot. “Hey there, did you see any blackpelts in this area?” The voice asking the question is muted somewhat by the helmet.

“How about showing some basic courtesy here first?”

“Maybe yes, maybe no; depends on who’s asking.”

“Oh yes, honorable lord; no more than 6 hours to the north for you right after Gashok.”

“You will ask no question; you should watch your tongue. Have you seen any blackpelts,yes or no?”

“You better take care; you are talking to the baron of Meresfeld and not someone of your own class.”

“Thank you. Forward!”

“Careful there, boychick!”

“No.”

“Oh. Well, who could have known with the way you’re dressed.”

“That changes things, of course. Please pardon my coarse words. Allow me to introducemyself: [NAME].”

“That’s better. Now, tell you me, whether you saw any Orcs.”

“No, sorry; we have not.”

“Yes, we did; but they don’t rate any effort hunting them down. Not anymore.”

“Just ride to the north; they’re all over the place there.”

“Well done; you appear to be braver than you give the impression.”

“Enough chatter. Forward!”

“You have a loose tongue; but not for very much longer. Here’s my gauntlet, scum! And the others keep out of this!”


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