Ambassador Bullshit

To say I was leery of returning to Ronerawth openly with Mordere in tow was putting it lightly. That we were doing it by flying the colors of some western nation (have I mentioned there's another continent to the west? Because there totally is and I've never been there, so if you're reading this blog as some kind of geography lesson of the world I exist on? Well the map you'd draw would look uglier than something really ugly, and frequently wrong).  Honestly it wasn't surprising that Mordere would use deception, I mean I have mentioned that the Followers judge none followers as worthy of being lied to right? Like if you don't believe you are merely chattel unworthy of hearing the truth.  On top of that Mordere kills people for money, he's not exactly the honest guy who only wants the best for others, he's using you to get what he wants.

All of that to say we managed to somehow get to port without being blown up. That was actually the easy part in my belief. We were greeted immediately by a large contingent of armed people, because even flying the colors of a different nation tends to draw soldiers to actually make sure you are from that nation. Seeing as how neither Mordere nor myself was, I was terrified we were going to start our journey there shooting our way into the country. I mean its not like Mordere had any problem shooting his way into things, or out of things, or anything really. I think the guy shoots his coffee to work in the morning.

"State your business for coming here or begone." Their captain had on a crisp uniform, I thought it would be a shame for Mordere to ruin it.

"I'm the assistant to the Ambassador from the West, we come to discuss economic situations with Ronerawth." I liked how he didn't mention which nation, because honestly I knew little of the actual country the flag he was flying was apart of, including its name.

"Let us see this ambassador." Now was the moment of truth, I didn't think they had a poster of me since my exile, but you never know maybe I left a more lasting impression than even I would prefer. I emerged and they lowered their weapons. I guess always wearing long flowing robes even if they were a bit scruffy does tend to make you look more political. I just think they are more comfortable than normal jackets.

"Satisfied?"

"For now, welcome to Ronerawth, Ambassador do make sure to sign in with the government within a few days or we'll have to impound your ship and yourself." I nodded and the captain and his men left.

"Ambassador?" I asked of Mordere as we departed.

"Look you're brown, people in the west are mostly brown, it works."

"That's extremely racist you know."

"And yet I care so little." It was extremely racist, but it worked. We had a few days, I knew little of Western customs, but I figured Mordere had some other plan to help with that.  Spoiler alert, he did not.