"Just because I lost doesn't mean I have to follow you like a dog," said the Lord of Westcoast as he spat on the ground. "You gained a powerful friend, that is all. This does not translate to your real capabilities, not one bit. I will not bow to a man I do not respect."
"How about testing me, then?" asked Dorian with a little smile as he raised his hand toward the lord, gesturing for him to come over. "I will give you ten chances to kill me, and if you could not, then you have to hand over your lordship to me."
"Brother, is that wise?" asked Luna with a worried expression, stepping forward and placing a hand over his arm. "What if you get harmed?"
"This is the only method to convince him," said Dorian as he stared at the middle-aged man with long sideburns. "I want to retain you as an advisor because no one knows your city better than you do."
"Ten strikes, huh?" asked the Lord of Westcoast with a smirk as he licked his lips. "And you would not seek help from your friends here?"
