Welcome... Welcome... Gather around... don't dawdle at the back - and keep that child under control! You - you with the sword - yes you! put it back in the scabbard and keep your arms where I can see them. Right... again, my ladies, gentlemen, nobles, freemen, serfs and new recruits, Welcome to the City of Trinsic, home of the Duchy of Trinsic - an imaginative name if ever I heard one.
Allow me to introduce myself - some call me Richard, some call me Master De Loupe... my servants call me Sir... you can call me "Your Lordship". For some time, I was personal counsel to the Duke... yes, that's right - you're in the presence of a noble of Trinsic. Feel free to bow, curtsey, offer your daughters hand in marriage - we should get the groveling out of the way now before I take you to the city. Public displays of worship sicken me.
... if I see that child move toward one more persons purse, I shall have the Paladins preach at him until he joins their strange order... They're one of the two main military powers in the city - the other being the Dukes own guard - did you ever hear of the one called Orm? Let me tell you... a drow loving drunken guard with a temper like an Orc - and breath to match!
Now - follow me - keep close, I'm only doing this introduction to the city as a favour, and don't intend on letting anyone slow me down... You there! Guard - take that child to the Paladins, have them teach him the virtue of obedience... I KNOW THAT'S NOT A VIRTUE... but it should be.
