Dalavesta rolled her eyes.
"If you can joke, you're fine. Get up, we have to rendezvous with Shashoh--oh my, I start talking like him."
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Several dozen soldiers moved into positions a quarter of a mile from the majesty's keep surrounded by a moat. Grace and Hunter stood far in the front, practically in mid-way between the army and the keep. She was holding her massive Tinsbury banner.
"Commencing diplomatic efforts," she said.
A bridge lowered and five fully armored knights rode out, approaching them--with difficulty, as the horses weren't so eager. Neither were the riders, but the orders were clear. Their leader lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a face of a scarred black bear. He spoke first, loudly enough to both Grace's troops and his own Lord to hear.
"Let us speak to the point. We could ride out and slaughter all your troops--"
"Then why not? Are you afraid of someone in particular?" Grace said, putting a sign of pity in her demonic voice.
This wasn't the answer the bear expected.
"We fought beasts far more than a mere dwarf dragonkin you are. We could easily defend ourselves in the keep for over a year while outside mercenaries pick you one by one!"
"You hope you could," she said and laughed, then spoke coldly. "I will be civilized. I will offer your lord a deal. I want to see him immediately."
"I am the lord's champion! I represent the lord! I am his voice!"
"Then you will surrender unconditionally or all perish."
"We will never surrender!" the bear said and spat.
"I understand. I see despite all my efforts you are not intimidated. Then I will not need my army," Grace said and gave the sign to retreat. The champion grinned smugly and spoke.
"I knew it, you are just a bunch of cowards..."
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