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Tsaire wrote:

Ghazan arched his brow watching the parade. He was surprised that they didn't march with banners in hand and flutter confetti over the top of the gate. The veteran warrior dismounts, swinging his leg over the back of his mech horse and dropping to the ground on his feet. His hands stay on his hips as he walks a few steps closer to the longhaired princling.

"Prince Sahjhan, you see that army of 8,000 warriors." Ghazan thumbs over his shoulder in the direction of the horde's encampment. "Well those 8,000 men and the fat bastard that owns them think that this city belongs to them." He states plainly. "They're revved and ready to climb and tear at these walls. To take what they like and kill anyone that gets in their way."

His eyes wander looking between the princes, the guards, the wall, and the landscape. Ghazan scoffs with a throaty chuckle. "We have no beef with the princes of Turokhan. I doubt you're wanting to die for this strip of dirt and a city of folks that aren't your own." He gestures to the surroundings.

"Look, I've heard about y'all; Sahjhan and Tuzniq. I've got respect for you both. Fatso over there is willing to let you pick up and leave. Just open the gates and let 'em take the city. No problems. You go back to your lands. We go about our business." He opens his palms up to them, shrugging his shoulders, "What do ya say?"

Sahjhan straightened his back and stretched his neck as he listened to the insolent man standing in front of him that would offer such terms. When the Kazakh finished speaking, Sahjhan's own brow was arched high in skepticism to what he just heard. He ran his thumb against the shaft of his great spear as he considered Ghazan's words.

After a few moments, Sahjhan looked around him with a considering look on his face. He looked at the army in the distance, the land around them, and then at the wall behind them. Then he landed his eyes on Prince Tuzniq.

"Well, Tuzniq, what do you think of the man's words." The red headed prince asked his stalwert friend.

Tuzniq looked at the man in front of him, sizing Ghazan up. Then his eyes shifted to the army at Ghazan's back before finally returning to Sahjhan's. "I think they're shiet." Then the stone started to crack as a snicker tugged at the corner of his lips before it became a full chuckle. Tuzniq's chuckles were quickly followed by Sahjhan's laughter.

The two men stood laughing with each other for several moments before Sahjhan took a deep breath and returned his attention to Ghazan. "There you have it, Ghazan of Chimkent. Your words are of as much value to us as the metaphorical excrement of your mechanical horses."

Sahjhan picked up his heavy spear and rammed the butt into the ground assertively, "This city is under the authority of the Confederate Principalities of Turokhan, Grand Prince Basil II, and myself." He declares lifting his three crescent bladed spear towards the Kazakh man. "Tell your bloated overlord to remove his blubberous carcass off my land. Or you will all die here."