"Help?" Marshall asked. "Help with what? The camp?"
He scratched his head and then followed Ein.
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A horse pulled wagon, which seemed to be carrying something, either very big or something small but in a massive amount covered in a blanket, rode towards the gates of Sizri.
The cart was being pulled by a man who had a beard and was wearing...normal clothing (he's not important so you think of something, if you care about him that much). The passenger was a man, who looked like he was in his fifties, but still very fir and healthy. He was wearing a dark burgundy shirt, a black cape, dark green pants, and black leather boots, with a design of foliage on the sides. He had clean white hair and a short beard. He looked quite wealthy with no signs of any bad health to him, except around his eyes, he has bright green veins. Also if one were to smell his breath, they would smell a slight hint of poison. The expression on his face looked quite casual, like the sign of somebody important about to do some very important business. However if you asked anyone, nobody would be able to tell you who he was. In fact the driver of the cart was just paid to carry this luggage, and transport this man, he had only recently met this strange person.
The cart stopped in front of the gates, the iron wheels squealed as it came to a stop and the horse screeched and the driver wiped them to indicate them to stop.
The guards at the gate walked looked at each other in doubt. They have dealt with a lot of people claiming to be important, and they really don't want somebody to waste Kronos' time.
The strange well dressed man hopped from the cart, and stared at the two guards.
One guard, stepped towards the stranger, trying to look unimpressed, yet truly this stranger could purchase the man's rear end with the change in his pocket.
?What business do you have with the great Marshal of the Kandarinian Sovereignty?? The guard asked demandingly.
The stranger grinned and let out a slight laugh. The guard could smell his rancid breath from where he stood. ?My name is Theodore Vandrin.? He stranger spoke. ?I have come to buy a county of land from your Marshal.?
?Um?listen here. You?re not the first person to try this. If you think you?re so smart to pull of a stunt like this just to see our great Marshal, think again. Please do not waste our time.?
?I assure you, I am not wasting your time. I have truly come here to do buisness. He is expecting me.?
The guard was still in dis belief. Perhaps he stole this clothing, he was sure that somebody as well dressed as this would be able to have a better oral hygene. He rolled his eyes. ?Listen, our Marshal IS expecting somebody, but how do I know you're him, and not some well dressed bum trying to attack our leader. I'm not letting you in unless you can prove you are who you claim to be.?
?Is that so?? Vandrin asked. ?Come take a look at this.? He walked towards the back of the cart, and put his hand on the large blanket and beckoned the guard to come to him.
The guard took a deep breathed and walked towards the end of the cart.
Vandrin lifted up the blanket. The guard rubbed his eyes. Before him, was a huge ammount of gold, diamonds, gems, and tons of treasures, worth millions. Obviously this must have been stolen, but who cares? (Aslong as it wasn?t stolen from the soverinty) This is a fourtune we are talking about.
The guard smiled. ?Very well then sir.? He looked at the other guard. ?Open the gates, he checks out.?
Vandrin nodded and then hopped back onto the cart, back onto the passenger seat, displaying some impressive agility for his age.
The horses screeched again and the cart wheeled through the gates, untill they reached the tower of Sizri.
Vandrin hopped off the cart, and walked towards the end of it, and reached under the blanket. He pulled out a large bag, full of treasure. This would probably be enough to at least get this great Marshal?s attention.
The doors of the tower were opened for him.
He looked at the cart driver. ?You know what will happen if you leave, don?t you?? He said.
The cart driver gulped and nodded.
Vandrin then headed his way into the tower.
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The door in Kronos? room was opened.
"Greetings oh great, Marshal of Kandarinian." Vardin says. "Sorry if I was late. Your guards seem to be a bit over protective of you. But seeing as you are a man of your position I can't blame them." He said, sounding respective but not to flattering or like a suck up. "So anyways, my name is Theodore Vandrin. I would like to buy a county of land from you. I would also like to purchase about one hundred slaves, and perhaps hire fifty guards. I will fully pay upfront for the costs, and I will give you my loyalty."
