originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[b]The first layer has two buildings, one much larger than the other. Hundreds of people mill around the area, Legion and travelers alike.[/b]
English
-
"Nice place." [b]Magrim continues forward, determined not to get sidetracked [/b]
-
[b]He walks past another security checkpoint, then walks into a slave area. It is filled with slave pens, all of which have at least twenty slaves each.[/b]
-
"These guys mean business." [b]He continues inwards[/b]
-
[b]Yet another checkpoint, then there were hundreds of meters of red tents, and hundreds of Legion troops.[/b]
-
"Now this is what I like to see." [b]He does a 360 before continuing inwards [/b]
-
[b]One last checkpoint, and then his destination is reached. The Legate's tent was right in front of him.[/b]
-
[b]He searches for guards, as not to intrude [/b]
-
[b]There are no guards.[/b]
-
[b]He enters the tent wearily [/b] "Hello? Legate?"
-
[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?"
-
"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."
-
"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?"
-
"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."
-
"What are your terms?"
-
"None really. Just wish for peace between the two of us if anything where to happen."
-
"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."
-
"No one will make trouble. You have my word."
-
"Then our alliance is sealed. Was there anything else?"
-
"That is all."
-
"Then take your leave. Unless you'd like to purchase a store permit or slave, that is."
-
"A slave?" [b]He ears seem to perk at the suggestion [/b]
-
"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."
-
"Do you have young men. Around 20 years of age?"
-
"Yes. Are you interested in purchasing one?"
-
"How much?"