((Sorry for how long this one is!))
The diplomat scowled in annoyance, as he noted Karoks tone. Aeron stepped forward and with an air of complete confidence and power over all, began to speak in a harsh, authoritative way, "I have come to offer my services in the search for our beloved princess..."
The man pointed to the parchment, "Then sign thy name," the diplomat said with a smirk.
Aeron gave the man a slight sneer, then signed it with a flourish. The diplomat snached it and peered at the name, his eyes widened as he realized the significance, switched his gaze to Aeron and back to the signature. "Thee art Malcom Desdemona?!" He said it as if just saying the name would bring death upon him, even his guards drew back. "That is I, and ye would be wise not to bandy it around..." Aeron replied with a venomous look as the man shrank away, fear prevalent on his round face.
The room had fallen silent when the diplomat spoke the name, and every head turned their way. Aeron continued, pressing his advantage, "I and my companions will be payed up front for are service –" The man cut him off in a wavering voice "Nay! Only when she is returned wilt –"
Aeron silenced him with a glare that plainly threatened death, and spoke in a much lower and quicker tone, "That is what I insist and if you ever wish to find the princess thee wilt agree to my demands..." They both looked at either for a long moment, the diplomat debating what he should do, staid silent.
"Let us be on our way," Aeron said with a nod to his companions, turned to leave and began walking away. As he was about to exit the inn, the diplomat yelled after the, "Wait!" Aeron turned to look at the man as he continued, "Ye wilt have thy payment by this e'en... The search party's leave next morrow and ye better be among them." The diplomat tried to sound threatening, but instead sounded as if pleading.
Aeron smiled, "Goodman, we'll set off in the morrow." He said, turned and walked out of the packed, but silent inn.