Greed glanced over at Moka to see if she immediately started reaching for some kind of diplomatic passport.  When she didn't, he sighed and raised one hand.  "Nice bow.  I know quality when I see it.  Ordinarily gold would be a bad material-- heavy, wrong kind of flexible...  But you've done something special.  Very special.  You might actually be a danger to me.  So here's what we'll do.  I'm betting that's one of the best bows that are aiming at us right now.  I'm going to stand right here-- no tricks, no dodging, and I'm not carrying any weapons or armor."  He glanced at the book.  "None that I can use, anyways.  So.  You shoot me once.  If that arrow sheds even a drop of my blood, I'll strip down, go with you unresisting, whatever.  Which is good for you, because most of the people who use this body would take an entirely different approach."  Inside, Jude cringed.  It was true that the thought of stripping in front of over a hundred women was something he'd do a lot to avoid.  Greed raised his arms over his head and gave a mocking smile.  "Go on.  Prove you're dangerous."  He quietly reinforced his claim over the area.  Always best to show new people that you're not some helpless sheep.<br/>--I agree.--<br/>--I'm amazed.--<br/><br/>[In game terms, just tell me the damage of one attack from the golden bow.  If it's enough to break the Claim of Greed, then Greed submits.  Otherwise, he'll say something insulting and try to negotiate.  Probably for the Golden Bow rather than his life, but I digress.]