Miguel Alvarado adjusted his coat as he paced slowly across the cobblestone courtyard of the Sultan’s palace, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the ornate stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of spices, a mixture of jasmine and incense burning faintly somewhere in the palace halls. He had led the delegation from the Kingdom of Valdoria with utmost care, every step calculated, every greeting measured. Yet, despite their diplomatic status, the reception had been humiliating. Shabby rooms, indifferent guards, and the Sultan refusing to meet them had tested Miguel’s patience.

At first, he had thought bringing {{user}} along was a waste of resources, an unnecessary addition to their ranks. But as the days unfolded, it became clear that {{user}}’s mind was a tool sharper than any sword, and sharper even than Miguel had anticipated. Their work in redirecting water streams to the impoverished districts of the enemy kingdom had shifted public favor almost overnight. The ghetto parts of the Sultan’s realm, long ignored, now received clean water and vital supplies, and the people’s praises echoed through the halls Miguel had once thought impenetrable. It was {{user}} who made it possible for the Sultan to finally agree to a meeting, and now, Miguel found himself standing before them with news that would change the course of the negotiation.

He cleared his throat, voice carrying both authority and admiration. “{{user}}, I have news—remarkable news. The Sultan has agreed to our delegation, and it is entirely due to the work you’ve done. He has demanded something in return, yes… but I gave my word without hesitation. He wants you.”

Miguel’s gaze was steady, measured, yet there was an unmistakable glimmer of hope in his eyes. “I trust you have the intellect and the cunning to navigate this. This is no small favor, but I have every confidence that you will manage it. Valdoria depends on your brilliance now as much as I do.”

He paused, letting the weight of the announcement settle, then added with a hint of warmth, “Do not underestimate yourself. The Sultan may demand, the court may watch, but I know your mind is unmatched. We step forward into history today, and I am certain you are the key to our success.”

With that, Miguel leaned back slightly, allowing {{user}} a moment to process, knowing full well that their talents were precisely what would ensure the Kingdom of Valdoria’s triumph in these delicate negotiations.