[Cards] Hideaway Vase

Firell walked through the door to his estate, rifling through papers and tucking his jumbling keys back into his purse. He idly glances to the side to see a new vase. He stops.

"Jura? Darling? Did you get this vase?"

From somewhere else in the house another voice replied back, "No, sweety, it was left for us outside. I think it's from the Hawkins. I've sent a messenger there to thank them."

Firell continued to eye the vase, "Ah, that makes sense. How nice of them." He went back to sorting through papers. "God awful taste, those Hawkins. What a tacky thing."

The vase suddenly began to wobble. Its lid cracked open before shutting once more. Next to the vase stood a towering half-orc, sword in hand. He stooped down to look at the vase in more detail, "Hmm, well, I don't think it's tacky. I worked hard to pick out this pattern. Everyone else said they liked it, too."

Firell stared in disbelief, the papers now hanging loosely in his hands.

The half-orc stood up, suddenly realizing his error. He covered his face with a large hand and slowly dragged it down and off his stubbled chin.

The two stared at one another for a long pause.

"Well, this is awkward," said the half-orc. "Tell you what, you give me those keys like I came here for, I leave this surprisingly un-tacky vase here, and you tell the Hawkins you love their gift. Win-win, right?"

Firell blinked several times, shook his head, and started to slowly turn his head and open his mouth. The half-orc held up a hand and continued:

"The alternative is I kill you, take your keys, and take the pretty vase back with me."

Firell's mouth closed, his shoulders slumped, and reached for his keys once more. He held them out with trembling fingers.

Satisfied, the half-orc took them. "Thank you, that was much easier. Now, last thing, I want to hear you call the vase beautiful. Make sure to sound convincing."