"...Together, then." [i]Freya would finally say, adjusting her uniform as she nodded towards Alric in agreement. She had trailed around the table, her fingers against the edge of the wood.[/i] "The gates shall remain open, and our weapons undrawn. Perhaps we shall commune, perhaps.. a certain unity can be found, between us. A peace, that we can nurture and even continue. More than the parchment of a decree, or whatever material an alliance may be made of." [i]Freya would finally say, resting her hand upon the table as she stood next to the sitting Alric.[/i]