Lords of the East - Council Chambers

[SilverShield]

The doors slam.

BUUURP He laughs out loud.

A huge, extremely buff man enters the room. He has long, wild, blonde hair. He is dirty all over and stinks like crazy. He has been in the field for years already starting his journey in the wild north in the lands of Europea apparently. He is wearing all different sorts of chain and fur and leather from all different breeds. On every peace there are engravings of diverse languages – Arabic, Sanskrit, Latin and signs unknown to the civilized world. He and his men obviously raided merchants and armies from every land. The body parts not covered reveal huge tattoos and scars. He is wearing tons of jewellery robbed from people from the entire world. Huge gold chains, giant gems and massive carvings of ivory. What a mercenary captain that is! A true warrior! His two bihaender he had to leave outside when he entered the hall.

Spitting on the floor.
I captured this message when my men and I raided a Sindhi silk caravan. Spitting on the floor again. However… the family of one my slave girls descendents from Sindh… BUURP! Ah those camels taste great He laughs out loud. She begged me to deliver this message and I am in a good mood so I felt like I am going to do her a favour. I want to raid those rich lands a bit longer anyway.

He is looking into the room noticing the Omani “delegation” huddling in the corner. He walks over to them and punches each of this pitiful human beings with his bear paws straight in the face so they fall of their chairs.

MESSAGE DELIVERED!! He laughs out loud.

I told you… the family of one of my slave girls descendents from Sindh. … and I dont like her to be sad. She neither is a good nor a good cook when she is sad… Ha! Why bother you say? Why not just take one of the other slave girls you own… you got plenty of them like from every land and every race. Blonde women from the north, nubic women from the lands of Africa, Indian women, women from the Mediterranean… Yes! True! But I just got to like the taste of these Sindhi delights. Therefore!

He laughs out loud, walks over to the throne of the former Caliph and grabs a truss of grapes. …look at these Omani bastards… He laughs out loud. …but what can you expect from men spending all the time jammed together on a ship… Disgusting… Groentjie! He takes another truss of grapes and gulps it down his throat. BUUUURP