Begma
It was out in the summer sort of way in the Shadow of Begma. His Begma. The thought made a sly little grin spread across his face as Brand moved deeper within the second palace he had claimed in just a couple of days. "You will find," he said over his shoulder to the man following him, "that I can be a good teacher depending upon the respect that is given. You treat me with respect and I shall impart the same respect upon you. Fool me and there will be concequences mostly due to the fact that.." Pausing, Brand stopped and looked back at Doc, "..what I can teach is very rare and very hard. Few can preform the tasks that I can do and it is always best to keep such things within a certain circle of allies."
Opening his hands wide around the stone castle- almost a mix of an English and a French style- he took it all in with just a wave of his hands. "Prove to me you are a loyal ally, my friend, and this castle shall be yours as well as more should you wish."
And with Doc being an outlaw Brand was quite certain there would be a want for more. The crown. A palace. A kingdom. An army. It was all at his feet ready to take!
Opening his hands wide around the stone castle- almost a mix of an English and a French style- he took it all in with just a wave of his hands. "Prove to me you are a loyal ally, my friend, and this castle shall be yours as well as more should you wish."
And with Doc being an outlaw Brand was quite certain there would be a want for more. The crown. A palace. A kingdom. An army. It was all at his feet ready to take!