Of Templars and Tales
Despite defeating the soldiers, the party is subjected to the interrogations of the Grams Templars. But just as they are about to be dragged away, a mysterious interloper ends the situation without incident. This man turns out to be Gatov, the sender of the letter.
Thank you ever so much, kind sir. If I may, who are you people?
Oh, no! I could never seek to go behind the Church's back! I will continue to try everything I can to obtain permission.
Now then, Ranzal. Did we not VERY recently have a conversation where I advised you to refrain from engaging in conspicuous behavior?
You there! Not another step!
We heard there were people here causing quite the ruckus. Was that you?
You are clearly not citizens of Grams, yet your dress suggests you are no mere peasants. Name yourselves, strangers.
I asked for your identities, not some cheap sidestep.
Oh, very well. I had hoped to act with as much secrecy as possible, but there is clearly no hiding the dignity that oozes from my very pores.
Given the situation, I've no choice but to be forthright and reveal my true self.
Good Templars, permit me to introduce myself properly...
I am the chairwoman of the Rose et Chaton Family Company.
Then you people are merchants?
Just so—and we have come here to stock our shelves with all manner of luxury Gramsian specialties.
The goods here are of the highest quality, and they fly off our shelves and straight into the homes and hearts of many a fine and noble customer!
Well, I suppose that makes sense. I'll see your permit, in that case.
That's right. If you're here to buy goods, you will have been issued a commerce permit from the Church.
Oooooh, THAAAAT permit! Yes, of course. Now where did I put it...?
Surely a clever trader such as yourself would have their permit near at hand, yes?
How very odd... I was sure I had it...
Oh, that's right! Silly me! I must have left it at the cafe we stopped into earlier.
Enough of this foolishness! You people clearly have no permit—you're merely a gang of panicked fools attempting to spin your way out of trouble.
Do I strike you as someone who panics, my good sir?
Behold, the permit you so desired. Feel free to feast your eyes upon it until you are wholly satisfied.
Well, this...does appear to be authentic.
Of course it is! Who do you take us for? Now then, if we may, we're off to the marketplace to purchase our supplies. Be well, good knights.
Heavens, but this is exhausting. What is it now?
Your answers are too slick for my taste. We are taking you into custody so we might examine the matter further.
And yet if you want to pass so badly, you would know coin greases the way. Such is the way of things here.
If you don't want any trouble, quiet down and obey. Otherwise...
Do you have some business with these people, my good captain?
You! This has nothing to do with you. Begone from here at once!
I'm afraid I cannot do that.
The Rose et Chaton Family Company has signed a contract with me to guard the transportation of their goods.
So long as I have a contractual duty to protect them, I cannot turn a blind eye to this unfortunate situation.
My my! It appears the mercenaries I hired have finally arrived.
If you're unhappy with the situation, then let us consider neutrality and entrust judgment to our fine law enforcement.
Although in that event, I must inform them about everything—including the fact you sought a bribe. Is this satisfactory?
You think yourself far too important, little man. I shall not forget this!
While I did obtain a permit, I actually have no memory of hiring mercenaries.
I have no idea! I simply saw an opening and decided to play along.
Ha ha ha ha!
Your reputation as a capable woman precedes you, and I see it is well earned. You are a true marvel at thinking on your feet.
My apologies. I am the captain of Grams's 12th Division Watch.
I am indeed. However, I would suggest we save the finer points of this conversation for a later time.
Permit me to guide you someplace safer. Come with me, everyone.