Bermand, the Distrustful
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The merchant offered a single, opened hand toward the throne. "It shouldn't be such a difficult request, Highness," he said, "after all, we promise you a cut of the profit as tribute. Let us manage that troublesome Oasis and your people shall never go thirsty again."
King Bermand stood sharply from his throne and shot an angry gaze at the merchant. "How shall you defend it?"
"With only the best mercenaries, Highness."
"And to what end?"
"That the citizens of Caynea need not fear drought ever again, Highness."
Bermand took only two long strides forward, as his hand shot across the merchants face, resounding across the royal hall for all to hear. "Do you take me for an imbecile, you miserly toad?"
