[i]The youth of a messenger would listen silently to the terms that had been presented of such a meeting, thinking of the advantages and the disadvantages of such an encounter in the first place. The Trayvens did require the assistance of others, for.. reasons larger than themselves, really.[/i] "...Very well, then. I shall relay this message back to Lady Freya. In return, we shall expect to see your Lord-Captain Gilliam to arrive, alongside the defenders of the Dojo, and whatever other force upon this planet would seek to unify us against the great war. Farewell, ser." [i]The messenger would bring his back forwards, bowing as he would place his tight, gloved fist upon where his heart would have been, upon his steel chest plate. Without another word, he would find himself readying his steed, letting loose a slight grunt as his horse would begin to ride back down to the Trayven encampment down in Dojoville..[/i] [spoiler]Fin?[/spoiler]