Fezz dismounted the horse when prompted, but looked unsure of himself at the prospect of trying to talk down people from wanting to try to murder them. There's not exactly been a good track record. But...
The historian looked at Grifen and Candy then back at the group ahead with something approaching resolve. He had to try. Its worked today already, after all. Maybe it'll work again.
The scholar held his hands up, palms out, in an attempted display of peace and moved to [2,16]. Getting closer to the group, Fezz felt a vague sort of... Nudge from his mind, a fuzzy idea that he couldn't quite comprehend.
"I..." Times like this the scholar wished he was better at speaking.
"We don't wish to fight. That isn't why we're here, enough senseless... Blood has already been shed today and for the rebellion. We've come here to end it and to try and set things right that have gone wrong." The nudge grew into a more persistent buzz. Fezz ignored it and stood up straighter, growing more confident as he spoke.
"We come with a descendant of Troy Lionheart and he seeks the throne. We come not by him being the eldest nor by challenge! The descendant, Julius, possesses the Crown Blade, given with the blessings of Troy Lionheart himself, to bring about a more worthy rule. A rule more aligned with the wishes of the founder of this empire, wishes that cause him to still persist today to give his blessings and council. We don't wish to cause anymore harm to the empire, we want to save it."
"...Too many lives have already been lost." Fezz's body finally betrayed his attempt at confidence, looking for all the world like a man who hasn't slept well in a long time.
"Too many. I'm so tired of fighting. I didn't want to be a... Mercenary, a soldier, a killer." He spat the words out with long pent up disgust.
"I was forced to be, first by the sword of a bandit, then by the sword of a rebel, and finally by the sword of my own home. I can't change what happened or what I did. But I can work towards it not happening to anyone else by helping Julius. We can make things better for the empire." The scholar took a moment to compose himself, saying far more than he meant to.
"Please, let us pass. We don't want to fight you. Let us make things better."
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