"Please provide the goods as listed on this paper." Bard pressed the supply list onto the table, his voice emanating from within the helmet with a buzzing quality, "They must all be delivered to the dock by noon tomorrow, where someone will be responsible for receiving them."
Winters and Andre stood imposingly behind Bard, donned in full military regalia. Especially Andre, who rested his left hand on the hilt of his sword, eyeing the middle-aged man behind the desk with a menacing look.
Although Bard's tone was as polite as possible, their stance clearly left no room for refusal.
The slender and gaunt mayor of Sea Spring Port bowed his head, not daring to meet the eyes of the three towering and majestic officers, and quickly took the list from the table with both hands to inspect it carefully.
After scrutinizing the list thoroughly, the previously worried brows of the Sea Spring Port mayor relaxed slightly.