A strange man sits in the emperorâs chair with his feet kicked up on the desk and his raggedy red hat pulled down over his eyes. He is snoring peacefully and seems to have eaten the dinner that was left for the emperor. How did he even get in here...?
Jarvan looked up at the stranger upon his throne, a bemused smile playing upon his features. It was rare indeed that someone was so daring and so skilled, that he felt inspired to ask, âWhat is it that you are doing here good sir? May I interest in you in some more food?âÂ
He cared not for how this odd man entered the throneroom, or indeed, the ship, merely whether he was fed. For what reason had one to go to such lengths to see the emperor, if it was not an urgent thing indeed?













