My mission

As soon as the Dwarven emissaries left, my sister turned to me.

“Pretty city? Asking them how they made it... so stupid! All your partying and you’re still this shit at small talk?”
“I... erm...”
“Listen. This is really, really important, okay? Please, I beg you, do your best. Beornia needs this!”
“Okay.”
“Brother... Terro. This is vital for our economy. The dwarves buys most of the ore we mine. Without them, many of our people will end up jobless!”
“I understand, sister. I won’t disappoint you.”

I looked her squarely in the eyes. I was confident, resolute and she saw it. Sighing, she waved me off.

“Now get out and leave me to rest before the next bloody emissary comes knocking!”