You would recognize among a thousand the blend of refinent and martial tradition that radiates from this woman’s clothing. She, too, recognizes your origin, and a sneer of contempt spreads across her face:
“Oh!” she exclaims. “A savage? Here? So deep in civilized lands? What are you doing so far from your steppes?”
“Ah,” you reply in the sa tone, “I didn’t expect to run into a filthy Belliquardian so far from my lands either. Don’t you have better things to do than co here? I don’t know… like massacre a tribe of my people, for example?”
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“What audacity! While you burn our towns and villages every year in your endless raids? You filthy primitive!”
You find yourself face to face with the hereditary enemy of your people. Will you confront her at 579?
Or perhaps you think that dis-cu-ssion, that foreign theory, might be preferable. In that case, dis-cu-ss at 553.
You may also choose to leave without having the last word. In that case, lose 1 Honorpoint and gain 1 Infamy point (for sha), then pitifully proceed to the morized number.
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