The man sits comfortably as you approach. He appears to be in his late 40s, with a salt-and-pepper beard and bright, intelligent blue eyes. His skin is tanned a dark bronze color and his body seems lean and strong. As those of you approach come close, gestures again for you to sit.
"Please, come sit and eat. I feel we got off on the wrong foot but I'm afraid such a show of force was necessary to make my point. In retrospect, I should have sent my best warriors to deal with you instead of the young, green warriors you dealt with. The elite troop whom stand about me now were the ones who destroyed the elf camp so quickly. Do not doubt that they could do the same to you in an instant if I so desire it."
His voice is deep and rich, flowing from his mouth with practiced eloquence. As he utters his threat, his charming smile never falters.
"My name is Kuzar. I was once a servant of Kalak but I have a new king now. One who does not stifle my talent. We are sending a message to the king that there is a new power in this land. But he, and I, have no problem with you citizens. We only need the contents of the wagon for our efforts and for you to send a message to the people of Tyr. While their King has them slaving away on some ridiculous temple or tower, my king can make them richer and powerful than any city-state in the region."
Kuzar pauses to see how his words affect you.