"...well met, Trovan of Gæginas," you murmur, a subtle sibilance laid over your words. You rise slightly to stare down the newcomers; two of the pirates step back despite themselves.
"I must admit, we hold little welcome in our hearts for seafaring strangers at this time. It is just this past winter we were attacked, you see, by pirates: cruel, heartless men." You let a little hurt creep into your voice.
"What was I to do? I gave chase, of course… found them easily enough. Their captain was dressed rather like you, can you imagine that?" You lean forward, locking eyes with the velvet-clad man.
"I slew him myself."6
Trovan's eyes widen in barely-concealed alarm, and he hastily drops to one knee. "Hsst!" he says to his bodyguards, and staggering, they follow suit.
"Forgive my impertinence, lady ZENDRAKIEL," says Trovan. "And understand, my visit here is no coincidence. Some hours after you killed that pirate, one of our ships chanced across an underling of his: a survivor you cast into the water, who, being a child of Gost, swam clear of the corpses of his fellows. We questioned him, and learned everything. Gæginas Merchant-King thought it best that I pay your city an early visit."
"Gæginas has been here before, then, has he not?" you hiss.
"Yes, I know he consulted with the old Baron. What was their business, that you should be so concerned for the health of my city?""Ah…
protection, lady," says Trovan, with that hungry grin again. "Gaeginas, you see, has some sway over the less savory elements of the Arran Sea. He cannot destroy piracy in these waters entirely, but for a modest fee, he can nudge such evils away from a town like yours. Baron Harthy was wise, and made ample use of Gaeginas' services. In exchange, the Baron paid only a few fish each year: provisions for our vessels."
4
"He was a fool, then," you snap.
"Where was your protection when my people were slaughtered?""That would be the question," says Trovan, with an exaggerated sigh. "This winter's attack was unacceptable. We will not ask tribute from your people this fall for our service, and we will continue to defend you from marauders until that time. I will return after the smoking festival, and we will discuss a renewal of our pact… unless, of course, you would like to do so now." He raises an eyebrow expectantly.
A) Sure, let's negotiate.
B) No thanks; goodbye. (diplomatic dismissal)
C) Get out. (intimidation)
D) His guard is down; let's gut him!...
4
Despite the man's honeyed words, all these half-truths are beginning to irritate you.E) You're not telling me everything. (intimidation+)