Thrice you wanted to go forth to introduce yourself, but Morfeo replied each time by raising his arm in front of and across you.
"What's going on?" you asked, in a very low voice.
"Patience." replied Morfeo, in his hushing yet creaky voice. "It is not yet the right time."
With the Sun quickly setting, all you can see is the fire, and the shadow of the men cast in front of it. Now it counts as four attempts, with Morfeo blocking you in the same way for all four times.
"Morfeo, I guess I am the Baron of this place." You were getting really annoyed. "At least tell me what is going on, if you know anything about them."
"You are legally the Baron," Morfeo looked at you in a smirking smile, "But if they are not recognizing you, like everyone else in this area, you are no better than I in this regard."
"Tell me, Morfeo. There must be something going on."
"They are not one of us, as you can see. Or rather, we are the foreigners on from this land. They dress differently, follow different customs, and speak a different language. You saw that pike?" Morfeo pointed at some shiny spike as he spoke.
"Yes," you replied, "it looked quite well made, in fact."
"I knew a few men, who approached them in the wrong manner, and ended up on that pike. If not for me I fear you would be the next in line, my liege." Morfeo spoke mockingly. "Certainly you treasure your life more than I do."
"Then what it all these about?" You were pretty much enraged, but still kept control of your voice.
"They do not entertain guests after raising that fire, and actually they are closed to outsiders after noon. We have to wait for everyone to sleep before making our move. Lets quietly make camp here, and we will make our move tomorrow."
Without a choice, you reluctantly complied, and slept on the ground under a makeshift tent, rolled in a blanket.
"Morfeo?" Still lying prone, you found Morfeo was gone when you were sleeping. "Where are you Morfeo?"
"Shhhh. They don't like a lying man yelling at them. Get up, and prepare. It looked like they will entertain guests today."
"Ah, finally. let me meet my subjects."
"Watch your tongue, my liege", replied the crooked man as he was breaking down the camp. "Respect them, as you respect your lord. They may be able to understand you."
"Morfeo, I guess I told you before we set out. We are contacting them, not asserting any kind of authority."
"I hope you keep your word."
Within a few minutes you are standing in front of the longhouse. You heard Morfeo speaking with the people with a tongue that you don't really understand; you made out a few words, but no more than that.
"They welcome you," Morfeo turned towards you. "Please keep respect, however, as you are entering their private space.
You entered the house. It was made of wood, and you could immediately see the much higher quality of carpentry and craftsmanship. There was also a large piece of fur, likely whole from an animal, hung on the backside of the wall; below it, a big man sat on another piece of similar fur, while you were told to sit on the wooden floor. You noticed that he is holding a spear and never puts it down. It is as tall as him, with the metal on its business end almost a foot long. You also saw a lot of idols lying around on the floor, which you wanted to show your disgust but you held back. That man offered you to a drink, brewed by one of the tribe, and you have no choice but oblige. After all you are very thirsty.
You, through Morfeo, introduced yourself to the man, and he replied that he is called Supanow, the leader of this household. He welcomed you, but he is very determined to show that he is the one running business, not you. You asked on the subject of trade, and he laughed off the idea, saying that they have everything they ever need. He also talked about a few similar people around the area, though you don't see the point in asking for detailed instructions: if they are worth a visit Morfeo will arrange it for you you thought. You also asked whether he know the production of Iron, as he is holding a pretty large one, but he said it was a gift from the gods.
You looked outside. The sun is almost on top of you, and you remember they will not welcome guests after noon. You think you still have time for a few questions. What will you ask from Supanow, the one legally known as Baron Dominic Soan?
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Topic: The Lordship Spinoff, aka the Story of Baron Dominic Soan (Suggestion Game) (Read 8035 times)