398 AD. "My respected leader, I am certain you're aware of the filthy Weterns not acknowledging your grateful presence. Fret not, for we, The Easterns, are not similar. We offer you peace, land, and trade. We assure you of what others can, and we shall not disappoint your trust within us."
The knight explains, as his charismatic smile has already wooed the servants and almost your mother herself. You stand beside your father, the beloved leader of The Visigoth, hearing out the knight's plea. In his shoes, lay three chests of approximately 787 gold coins. Tied within the knight's hand, are jaw dropping beauty of the Roman Slaves, sent from the kingdom itself.
You catch the dashing knight, glancing over at you for one second, but enough to showcase his smirk.