Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20170411044637/@comment-24431359-20170423174912

"Oh, my, what an...odd monster." The Templar mentally commented as he eyed the monster girl in front of him.

She appears to posses multiple traits from a variation of different monsters, as shown by her multiple body parts, some of them the Templar does not recognize. Making a sigh at not being able to predict at what kind of monster he's facing, the Templar focused on a different matter instead.

It was...concerning the monster girl's question.

I'm the Grandmaster Templar of the Lescatian Rite, here to see if your land is acceptable for resource expansion for my nation is obviously not a very healthy choice. In fact, revealing himself as a Templar in the first place is already an assurance of his life line going straight into a death flag. And thus, the Templar came to a decision...

"You flatter this ordinary man, m'lady. These rags are nothing more than just practical clothing made for long journeys on the seven seas. And also, yes, I am a traveller, albeit more focused on sailing the seas than traversing lands and continents. I am nothing more than an ordinary sailor whose journey back home to his wife went FUBAR thanks to a certain whimsical goddess of the sea. But, enough about that." The Templar makes a graceful bow as he introduces himself, "My name is Faraam Kresnik, a...merchant and as well as a captain of my own merchant ship, the one known as the Vimana. A pleasure to meet you, m'lady Alainna. Forgive my rudeness, but...I have never heard of a nation nor continent named Oz before. Where are we, exactly? Is this near Lescatie, at least?"