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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3270145" data-attributes="member: 3448">A runner in the livery of the City Guard entered, saluted Alistair, and then approached Dame Brionna, tugging at his forelock.“Yes?  What is it?”“Begging your pardon, Dame Knight, but I’m from the North Gate.  Commander Strawberry thought you should know:  the delegation from Ko Re Pek has arrived.”Dame Brionna looked over to Alistair.  “Your grace?  What do we know of Ko Re Pek?”“Not a great deal, I’m afraid.  My grandmother never had any significant dealings with that country.  But ‘country’ is sort of the wrong word, anyway-- Ko Re Pek is a mountainous area with a few tenuous paths leading to and from it.  It’s inhabited by a changing mix of strange humanoid peoples, none of whom are ever seen outside Ko Re Pek except when they hire out as mercenaries.”“Did we expect them?”“No… they don’t ordinarily send emissaries to anything.”Dame Brionna turned back to the runner.  “What are the specific emissaries?”He consulted a note.  “Two chelliks, a pachak, a rappa, and some sort of strange caterpillar man.”“Do we know if they are evil?”“They are not.  We had a paladin posted at the gate, and he checked them all.”Alistair commented, “Chelliks are occasionally hired as guards; they’re four-armed humanoids, somewhat orcan, but potent warriors and disciplined to the hilt.  I don’t know what the other types he mentioned are.”“Pachaks are monkey-like, but with a third hand at the end of their tails,” added the runner.  “Rappas are vulture people; they look frighteningly like vrocks, your grace, but they’re not evil.  The final one was like a centaur, but with a giant caterpillar body instead of a horse’s body.  They also had an enormous wrapped package with them.”Alistair shrugged.  “I suppose we need to invite them to a dinner.  They’ve honored us by coming at all, and it wouldn’t do to offend them in response.  Where are they now?”“They’ve gone to an inn, your grace.”An invitation to dinner was quickly prepared, and the runner carried it over.  When he arrived, the one chellik who could read laboriously made his way through the invitation, sounding out individual words, and then drew forth an enormous piece of parchment.  He carefully wrote out a five-word response:  “Thank you, we will come,” and then signed it.  The other emissaries attached their thumbprints, and he carefully folded the parchment up before breaking a wax candle over it for no apparent reason and handing it to the runner.</blockquote>

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