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« on: April 22, 2017, 05:48:11 pm »
The man extends his large, gauntleted hand that seems to dwarf Florida's hand. He shakes it with a firm grip, being careful not to crush his hand.
"Well, I like your spirit! Florida, was it? I know very well what a sniper is, and we fight a similar fight; I defend my realm from undead hordes, with my bare hands, if need be! Now, it would be rude to not introduce myself. After all, you had the courtesy to do so, and the courage to come up to me to speak first!"
With a loud, hearty laugh, the man takes a graceful bow despite his massive frame. As he stands back up, he slams his spear down, propping the bottom into the dais to further emphasise his introduction.
"I am Mircea XI, Emperor of Arvinia, Blessed Protector of the Realm and Champion of the Arvinian People! Bask in my glory, Master Wheeler, for I am burdened with glorious purpose to defend the protectorate of my Empire from what may come, be they undead, those who would harm my people or invaders from beyond! If you fight as well as you look, then we may be brothers in battle yet, Master Wheeler!"