Apostolos, embodying the seasoned diplomat's role, wasted no time on formalities. His approach was direct, his queries pointed, aiming to pierce through the façade of Ottoman strength and reveal the stark realities they faced.
"And your military might?" Apostolos began, his tone measured yet firm. "Tell me, Ahmed Celebi, how many warriors truly stand to defend your empire's borders?"
Ahmed Celebi, keen to assert the Ottoman Empire's undiminished power, answered with a veneer of confidence, "Our forces are formidable, exceeding thirty thousand strong, a bastion of defense against any threat."
Yet again, Apostolos cut him off, his critique sharp and unforgiving. "On parchment, perhaps. But in truth, this army is but a shadow, a spectre haunting the ledgers. They are farmers first, soldiers in name only, summoned to arms by the mere presence of your inspectors. The coin meant for their service lines the pockets of their commanders, not their own."