King Timur listened carefully to what Max had to say, the story of good fighting battles against evil was not something that was new to him, many of the people within Renaku had similar tales about Gods of their local spring fighting off evil spirits or the God of the Sun fighting against the darkness. It was perhaps a tale that was in all religions. "So King David is the great great, so many great, grandsons of this Unasson hero?" He asked. It was perhaps different to many typical stories that linked a monarchy and religion, they all seemed to believe they were some kind of God or a decendent of one. He then listened to the conditions that the smith put forward. "I understand the spiritual significance you put on your work and I can....and will respect that. What I had in mind was something a little like
this, more of a decorative sword than a combat one. It is similar to those carried by cavalrymen in our army in the depths of time and as such it was these hill tribes that often formed them." He passed Max a photo of one such sword from the nations museum. "These tribes are incredibly loyal if you treat them well. They live a life dedicated to ensuring that their next generation maintain their traditions but also thrive. Its interesting that while they continue herding mountains goats and sheep, fending off wolves and making a living from nature as best they can the techniques have changed a little, horses are giving way to quads, bows to guns, but at heart they are people that are deeply welcoming to people willing to show them respect. They knew little about me but were willing to spring me from potential assassination because they'd sworn oaths to carry out my fathers will. We almost stand at a cross-roads now, I borrowed their loyalty when first crowned and now the honeymoon, so to speak, is coming to a close. I'll be judged on my time touring the major tribes and the way that I treat their chiefs. I believe you can help me. Please walk with me." he headed off inside and guided the Morelander through a few rooms until they reached a large library. Across one wall, filling the whole of the wood panelled side, was a large tapestry map of the Kingdom. "That is said to be 1000 years old, I think though its been repaired so often that none of the original remains but still I think you'll agree its impressive." He moved some chairs away from the desk and beamed up at the map. It had various symbols within the outline, one large one and then in what seemed to be hills a patchwork of eagles, tigers, horses and swords. "You can see we respect swords ourselves, they show leadership and connect to our histories of a tribe. I want to celebrate that past and I desire your help. Do you think we have an agreement, if so we can find you rooms here and we a blacksmith shop, mainly for horse ware, in the grounds you could start tomorrow?"
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