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"That will come in five years when the treaty lets up." the Emperor said as he pressed his lips together, and when Gordon spoke, his head peaked up, almost robotically towards the door, he looked over at the nearest servant which scuddled towards the door like a bipedal roomba before opening the door. It was a moment of peace between the servant and the bearded man.

The Emperor however, sighed a bit, and rubbed his temple for a moment, "Words are something different, and it's hard to read sometimes." the young man said waving his hand about almost as if continuing a conversation, but he shook his head, "Forcing people does not sit well when the people do not enjoy the lives they live, and arming them may turn out worse. But numbers are good... Though again I hope that I will not have to fight sooner than five years, and hope that it will be farther than the years of the treaty. I truly think that there must be a better way, bolster the people, maybe get the citizen to rise for the crown once again like the days of old. It will be cheaper again if our armies buy their own equipment, die their own uniforms and the like, but also we need trained gunsmiths, and plenty of alchemists for the firepower, gunpowder, whatever it is called. I haven't touched one of those fowl creations, but I know their usefulness. Maybe an armory of a hundred could defeat an army of thousands should we fix the breaks in the outer wall. That's one of the main things that defeated us last time was the northern princes use of powder weapons, mages, mind control, subterfuge, oh and also exploding powder." 

The likely incompetence flowed from him in that moment, or at least the ideal that he shouldn't have been the person in charge, or was never told what to do, and that no one that did tell him, if anyone, was also incompetent or leading him down a destructive path. He raised his hand to his front hip as if he was going to bow but kept it there as a low grumble came from his stomach. "But a knight is something of worth, most of those in these lands died several years ago, or went home... or died of old age, so having one is rare. I know there was an idea of abolishing most of the old systems when they forced my father to abjucate... But, still a knight, even if one from a foreign land is good news. I would say we hold a tourney but... need more than one I would think."

More men behind the door showed, "I am hungry, are you both hunger, is anyone else hungry, we should eat... are those more homeless... Well, time to be one for the people."

The emperor looked at the men and shouted, "Mr.Turyur, let them in, and begin lunch. Breakfast, secondses? Which ever meal it is!" 

He looked back at the young woman, and her squire, and smiled a bit, and leaned in, "I am... terribly sorry for the blather, and the... lack of confidence... or knowledge, things do not happen quickly, and for reasons. It's... just going to be a process, we have five years to resend almost everything that has happened since the incidents." 

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"Yes, come in, I am Mr.Turyur, and should you need anything just tell me, or Mr.Tiltin. If you would just wait..." the servant looked back towards the group of men with slowly inflating egos and disdain for the entire day so far, then to the elf, her squire, the other servant, the pack of guards, and finally, the Emperor. "Behind or near her... I... Might I ask who you are? You do not seem local, though you smell of the smuggler's quarter."

Mr.Turyur slowly opened the door, and saw a few more, he had not noticed them beforehand, and he noticed the citadels gate was again slightly broken, no wonder it had been kept up recently for that reason he believed. He sighed a bit and placed his hand to pull the door open, smiling a bit, looking between the men. 

A moment later, before he could react to their answer, from across the room