The blacklanders meanwhile, had made their way about halfway between the beach where they made landfall, and the festival they had come to attend. Once the delegationrealized the queen herself had come to adress them, they gave a respectful bow as one.

Then came the awkward moment they had brought scholars to deal with. Again, Akan stepped forward to speak. “That is written language, it is used to communicate things between people in a way much more reliable than mere memory. You will see its use when we have explained in more detail, but for now, know that each of these disparate are a message of peace from one of our tribes.” The lizardfolk kept talking, he seemed most at ease out of anyone in the delegation, probably because he and his kin looked quite alike the kasharites, if somewhat more bulky and muscular overall.

“This writing is just one of the many advances we can offer you, we can see you have yet to discover the secrets of metalworking, and judging by the rather varied stock of your beasts of burden, animal husbandry as well. What are those? Well, the details are not important, but know that they will do you more good than any physical gift we might have brought along today. Not that we have decrepated to do just that.”

As the lizardman continued gushing about how much the blacklands could offer kashar, Bleda and his apprentice were taking the time to judge the landscape along with Foreman Yarreek of the kobolds. The kobold had been a miner for gods know how long, and knew better than anyone in the delegation whether a geographical region could house metal deposits ripe for exploitation, and the difficulties such exploitation could bring. “What do you think Yars, will they be able to sustain themselves or will they have to rely on others for their metal?” Bleda spoke, the Kobold took a while to respond, busy as he was inspecting some loose rocks he picked off the ground. “The roots would keep things relatively stable, but digging down to where you could conceivably find metal would be quite difficult. Their best bet with what I’ve seen of their technology as of yet would be to find a surface deposit and dig down from there.”

Bleda sighed at the kobold’s indirect answer. “So, if no such surface deposits were present?”

“Then they would indeed be at the mercy of their neighbours in that respect.” The kobold replied matter-of-factly. “Of course, we have seen little more than just the beach we landed on and this strip of savannah we’ve been walking trough, so I can’t make an accurate assessment of their entire territory. It would be much easier if I had a general idea of the topography of the entire territory.”

“Well, they seem friendly enough, shouldn’t be too hard to get that info out of them if you ask the right questions.” Bleda looked down at his apprentice, who had been staring awestruck at the kasharite’s queen. “Oi! What are you looking at! I told you it’s rude to stare, especially at your betters!” The lizardwoman snapped out of it with a gasp. “I’m sorry, It’s just so… impressive to see a lizardwoman standing there at the head of an entire nation… And their men aren’t half bad either.” As she said such, she wandered off staring at a particularly fine-looking royal guard. Elliciting an exasperated sight from the orcish smith. “I swear, that girl is going to smash against a wall chasing her dreams one of those days.” The kobold nodded in silent agreement before resuming his examination of the savannah soil.


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Informed kasharites of the knowledge the blacklands can offer them, also leaving an oppurtunity to expand on kashar's economic situation as well as some general banter.
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