I wouldnt roleplay Barca anything more than a passsable city of mud and farm animals, dirty, uncouth its nobles wrapped in animal furs a war torn land struggling to be a republic under the watchful eye of the Zuma. Its a frontier kingdom that never rose beyond that.
Nonsense, they're a Republic, which no doubt means their people live in poverty whilst their Senators live in luxury and finery. As is the way.
I think we can all agree that the language Barcans use is quite more understandable than that rather orthopedic and artificial slang that their southern neighbours imported to the lands they inhabit. Glaumring, have you had any comprehension issue when talking to a Barcan noble?
Your talk reminds very much of our pal Noblesse. Honestly, things like that remind me of those little monkeys dancing the tune of their master's accordion. Noblesse's tune isn't so cool that we need that little dance, in fact, it's sometimes quite repetitive. What surprises me is to hear all that Zuma thing when Aurvandilian hordes adorned in feathers have been up to mischief until they were bored, with no uncomfortable visit from them in their recent visit to Barca.
I guess Glaumring has had a very close relation to Barcan people to be so judgemental, if that wouldn't the case I'd think he's just a blabbermouth. Since I don't know anything about Asylonian background, I'll remain quiet about it. And whether you don't seem to have a good opinion of Barcans, Asylonians are fine for me, I don't know why but I don't think Glaumring could be some kind of good portrait of his people. But it's nice to see two friends that understand each other so nicely. 
His talk sounds nothing like mine.
I don't go round calling the Barcan's hut dwelling savages living in cities of mud and animals, and I seem to spend my time more denying that I state such than I do actually saying anything about Barca. And I'm flattered you think Glaumring is my trained dancing monkey, I'll have to summon him in the Imperial City to see to what tune he will dance when Mendicant calls.
I also find it amusing that Auvandil condemns Barca for dealing with the Zuma, but are all buddies with Asylon who practically sleep in bed with them and worship them as gods.
We're not buddies with Asylon, we can just stand ourselves in mutual conversation without reaching for our swords. Mendicant treats them with a cool detachment as he does with most of his friendlier contacts.
