The Parsian scoffs.
"You shall regret it one day, King of Luathbas!" He then leaves.
854 AD, Summer
The tournament scheduled for this summer finally begins!
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Alas, due to a little incident involving the members of the (reforming) military and more traditional knights, the tournament ended abruptly in a brawl that left several minor noblemen dead and maimed, and some officers now in custody, too! Not to mention that the whole catastrophe (and You, as its host) became the butt of many a joke amongst the peasantry.
854 AD, Autumn
While you're debating with some noblemen about minor taxation adjustments in one of the western cities, a terrified guard barges into the council room and begs for forgiveness.
"S-Sire! There's this woman and she is riding a red horse with wings and there are two one-eyed giants with hammers and a throng of horrific pig-men! And fire-breathing kitten! She has skin as dark as charcoal and she says her name is Xanetherna Ashqueen and she is a sorceress and she wants to have an audience with you at once!"
You ask the advisor what exactly is a Sorceress.
"Sorceresses are female Wizards if Wizards were all about selling their services for absurd amounts of money. They are easily offended, very powerful and extremely vain, my liege. At least that's what folk tales say."
A) Invite that 'Xanetherna Ashqueen' to the throne room.
B) Have her dismissed, you ain't need no magic at the moment.
