Sergeant Major Mcarthur sitting in his office when a phone rang out he picked up it and listened to a command to send a group of officers to go trade the city of Lumilior for peaceful interaction a knock on the door opened up a wizard dressed in a tunic shirt stretched down on kneel and another layer of tunic underneath arm length, brown trouser Poulain shoes leather belt around the waist a leather scabbard with a shortsword.
I have taken you the lord of this city.
Not exactly a lord but a humble civic worker what can I help you with?
I am here for the scale of Gornalrault it fetches quite a gold.
What is so special about scale besides having iron-like property my government knew about it.
You can sell in the city of Lumilior city of gold and filled with plentiful merchants.
You know the exact location and speak the language of the merchant.
No, we don't have the language or mercantile charisma we can pay you to guide my men to Lumilior.
Very well I should help you since you need my transcript spell to speak the language.
Jerrel lying in his bed drinking the most preeminent grape wine smiles greatly from the death of green men avenging his dragon
Messenger holding a scribe from Scylai.
Milord messenger from Scylai asked me to give you this scribe.
very well read it for me, you churl.
As your wish your majesty.
He opens and reads the scribe reading out Jerrel fastens stands up throws his chalice clutches his long sword and swings the neck of service the head tumbles out.
Staring through the bloody blade fuming with bitterness and resentment, feeling humiliated for the defeat of Gornalrault.
Lord Avalennu brought him out I need that Hedgeborn bastard.
Avalennu teleport to the chamber, you call me my lord.
Yes, Gornalrualt is dead do you have anything to do with it?
Nay my grace I merely woke the dragon, Your Majesty.
You better be if I ever find I will have your head or possibly torture you alive you pray to Sun god I never found out.
As you wish my liege.
Irritation by Prince's conspiracy scheme Avalennu can not refute Prince Jerrel's entitlement only endurance Prince's harsh tone enraged by Prince's cruelty toward his subject saw the dead body of a mere service boy.
Jerrel picks up the lapel of the dead and wipes the blood stains off the blade.
Assembling all the men we rode out to the fort of green men I will slay each of them and mount their head on pike on my castle gather your best battle mage and call the aid of Scylai scholar.
Now begone from my site you lowly hedge-born.
As you wish my liege.
Avalennu vanished from the prince's sight.
Jerrel sat down in his bed fermented with malice.