Tell Tupac Shakur (ur BF) the news

You put on a black mantle then head out to Tupac's home. The Shakur estate was a large mansion at the edge of the city of Mavis, the largest city in the Mavis county. You know it like your own castle since you have been coming there since you before you could walk. Mister Shakur was a wealthy merchant whose friendship with your father Lord Mavis went way back. They were on the battlefield together. And his eldest son, Tupac, grew up with you like a brother.

When you arrive at the entrance of the estate you see Tupac sparring with Mavis soldiers. Of course there was no match between Tupac and them. The only decent sparring partners you have in this city are each other, however you came across some talents in the rest of the county who could make you break a sweat. Especially among the veterans. These guys have nasty techniques you cannot learn at school they developed on actual mortal combat.

When he sees you he lets go of the wooden sword to greet you. "Hello there. How are you doing ?"

"Great, I'm in a really good mood today."

You grab each other's hand and chest bump with a pat on each other's back then stand in front of each other.

"I hate it when you're happy Mavis. Because whenever you're happy you become a pain in my ass."

"Whine all you want but I got good news to announce and they directly concern you. Where is your father I want to say it to both of you."

"He must be under the porch in the garden. Let's go see him if you really want to."

"I do."

After a few minutes walking you greet Mr Shakur and his wife, Oprah. A magnificent black woman in a white flowery dress that hugged her slim waist and plump ass tightly under a white fur coat. She had a passion for pearl jewels and wore different ones every week. His husband, Tyson, was an old classy man who let his belly swell but instead of making him look disgracious it only showed how wealthy of a lifestyle he got. That and his golden rings on each finger as well as his expensive whisky.

"Hello Christopher, it's always pleasure to have you around kid." He said as he firmly shook hands with you.

"Dear, you shouldn't call him a kid anymore. Christopher turned 20 a week ago." his wife softly said while she was sipping a glass of white wine.

"20 years old" he scuffs, "You're a baby haha. And that smooth skin is clear proof of that. At least you and Tupac have small callouses on your hands. Proof you train hard."

"Thank you sir" you replied.

"Well you will have to call him 'lord' one day honey" said Ms Shakur.

You jokily answered "You can still call me as you see fit when we're in private."

Mr Shakur laughed "You're damn right kid. So what are these news you wanted to tell us ?"

"The king summoned me to Caiseros. I'm sure he'll give me a mission of some sort and I decided to bring Tupac along with me."

Ms Shakur stood up with a rejoiced face "Oh my, that's great! We're glad you thought about our son for this."

"He's a brother to me. It is natural to invite him."

She takes your hands in hers. "Still, I'm grateful Christopher."

She released your hands when Tyson Shakur stood up to hug you. You hug him back and when you break the hug he keeps your hand firmly in his "I am grateful too Christopher. You are a great kid who knows the meaning of honour and loyalty. We leave our son in your care." You shake hands and then they both sit back on their chairs.

Tupac shakes hands with you too. "Time to let them hear our names eh." he said.

"You're damn right brother."

"All Eyez on Us."

You told Tupac to meet you at the city gates tomorrow morning then headed back to the castle.