"Your country is about to start a war. I assume the messenger already told you that," the young man said.
"I came to save your country from the horrors of war, so I am here as an ambassador of peace," the young man said with a smile.
"I never expected there to be such a peace-loving young man on this Elzeran Continent." Harinod spoke to the young man with great admiration.
"His purpose is the same as yours." The city lord said to the young man, "He came to preach peace to me as well, but unfortunately, I do not like peace."
"So I was just planning to kill him and hang his head from the city walls," the city lord said.
"But your arrival bought him a little time." The city lord smiled at the young man. "Still, that is fine. I only had to kill one person before, but now I can kill two."
"Young man, although I admire your desire for peace in this world, you truly came at the wrong time and to the wrong place," Harinod said.
"The city lord of this country is a warmonger. He craves war and wants to kill everyone who longs for peace," Harinod said.
"So, at this final moment..." Harinod looked at the young man and asked, "Can you tell me your name? The two of us can keep each other company on the road to hell."
"We are not headed the same way, old man," the young man said with a smile. "You may be going to hell after you die, but when I die, I will be thrown into the Moon Goddess's embrace."
"You are a Night Elf?" the city lord asked as he looked at the young man.
From the moment the young man entered, the