Trivane grunts, noticing the compilation of bandits issuing their demands to his people.
He reaches over near the battered sheath attached to the side of his hip, and proceeds to pull and remove the golden battleaxe rested comfortably in his sheath.
Holding the axe in an upright position, he brandishes it a few paces before the bandits, displaying his weapon.
"I'm not for bandits issuing petty demands to my people. You're all failures to humanity! May God watch over you, so that perhaps one day you will see the Light.. I will quell your requests with the tip of my axe, as it splits through your corpses, one and ALL! Our military is weak, but I am not. One will not walk in here and demand diamonds. It will not be accepted."
He is suited in a clad diamond armor; He takes a step forward with his armor clattering with noise as he approaches the camels.
"Besides, what can you do? You're rested on those camels."
Trivane turns his back for one moment, shouting towards the tower where the soldiers are resting,
"AY! Come down 'ere! If you want to actually prove to me you're not a bunch of insolent failures, come down here and help combat these fools! This isn't a drill!"
(( My 700th Post. ))