You ask for a white cloth, and a citizen hands some to you. Sir Kenneth comes up to you and says, my liege, if you will be the Envoy, will you allow me the pleasue of setting up the defences? You oblige him, thinking nobody else would be better. you order the gates to be opened, and the guardsmen obey, because you are now technically the king. Ha. Just a week ago, you were a peasant. Funny how times change. Regardless, you ride Epona out of the city, and come halfway to the army, waving your white flag, and looking badass in your badass armor. You request an envoy, and surprisingly, King Barstrad comes to you personally, carried on his throne, and flanked by 16 elite-looking guards, all with longswords and crossbows. King Barstrad comes up to you and says, "Ha! Come to surrender already, have you? You seem rather well off... Who are you? I would like to know who I am speaking to before I end their life." The guardsmen unsheathe their swords in unison. You answer with a threatning voice. "I am the knight from twostone barony. I won the tournament, and was therefore put in charge of the siege. You will come no further." King Barstrad laughs, "HAHAHA! I wonder how the people would react to their hero tragically dying before the siege even started. Then we will see how far I will go." His slaves carry him off back towards the army, while the 16 guardsmen surround you. 8 come close with their swords, while the other 8 aim crossbows at you through the gaps in the men. Epona paws the ground and neighs defiantly.