You bow low and mumble something about being honored to be in the presence of the great Lord. You glance around the palace, taking in the luxurious surroundings and the opulent furniture that fills the room. It's a far cry from your own humble hovel back in the village. This really is a different world.

The Lord clears his throat and gestures for you to speak up.

"Speak, peasant. What do you have in mind, asking for an audience with your lord?"