As the sword was lifted from his arms, James rose up. He stood there blinking and waited for Rollo to speak. While Rollo and his men spoke among themselves, James stood there showing no emotion. When Rollo said that his men wanted to kill James he was somewhat suprised- it isn't common for a Kreshvi to be merciful. "You are correct Lord Rollo. I would like to ask for your support in the vote for Lord Regent." James looked at the Ak-Sheh waiting to see what may happen next.

Rollo glanced back at his brother, whilst having a clearly amused look plastered on his face. The human was definitely bold, as Rollo had previously thought, so at least some credit was due. Still, it seemed that Conrad had the audacity to ask him to support him as Lord Regent in exchange for this poor excuse of a sword? No, it was clearly much more than that, not even the humans were [i]that[/i] stupid. There was more to this offer, and Rollo would exploit this human for all his worth. Perhaps the human would be slightly useful in some odd way, it definitely couldn't hurt to probe the man further. The corners of Rollo's mouth once again curled into a subdued smile.

"So you wish to have my support to become the Lord Regent? Interesting... surely that's an ambition shared by many others in this room?" He looked once again at the blade that Ikvar had returned to him. The welling desire to impale it through Conrad's chest was a welling desire deep inside of him. Luckily for the man that was standing before him, he could keep such desires at bay, at least for the present moment. "And yet this sword... surely there is more to offer all of the Kreshvi than this flimsy piece of of steel?" With that, he dropped the sword and it skidded to a halt before Conrad's feet. Ikvar simply blinked, and Rollo retained a sincere smile.

James nodded he could care little for the sword perhaps he could give it to another house. He had his guard pick it up and return it to the box. He also sent his men away. "Well, Ak-Sheh Rollo. With your houses history of natural combat I was thinking of making you Lord Marshall and First Sword." James thought for a moment while seeing Rollo's facial expretions he then continued. "As for your people perhaps some freedom from the kingdom when things are said and done." James then looked directly into Rollo's eye and winked. He then continued to look around the room while listening to what the Ak-Sheh had to say.

"Well and good, and I suppose such an arrangement would surely please most, but, well, I tend to quite cynical, I'm afraid to say." He crossed his arms as he looked at the human on eye level. "You make such extraordinary promises, but actions are much more meaningful than words, as they say. I know little of you, and that doesn't bode well for me putting any amount of trust into you."

Afterall, Kreshva'ik'va had been under the Phoenix Throne's iron boot for nearly 700 years, and he doubted that the any human would willingly give away a rather substantial chunk of the realm for very little gain. It was true that indepenence was something that every Kreshvi wished for secretly, but oddly enough, it had never been much of a concern for Rollo himself. He had always been one to have larger ambitions.

"Is that all? Only my support, and you're willing to give me so much? I find that hard to believe." Rollo no longer wore a smile at the moment, but was now seemed indifferent. Ikvar's nose started to twitch, and even though he couldn't understand a word of the common tongue, his instincts told him that this man was better of killing than watching his brother waste his time negotiating with. He gripped the pommel of his sword. Even if he were to go against the wishes of his brother, it'd be over within an instant.

James turned his head back after a quick survey of the room. While some of the houses here are important this matter had to be attended to. "So you wish to know about myself? Very well, my family had been born raiders of the coast. It was until a small mainland lanvy came to attack. My family then turned on our masters along with other lords and slughtered his family. In thanks the Paragons award my family in running the Isles of men. While we may not have the most religious thanks or the largest army our men are fair warriors and even better sailors." James held off for a moment to see what Else the Ak-Sheh wanted.

"For now that would be it though I'd hope your people would bea great ally of our house and would prosper as the years went on never forgetting this pact So in turn your become free and in return I hope my house and your land's would ally." He then turned to Rollo's Brother seeing his hand on the swords hilt James quickly moved to the front of the brother whilst sliding out a knife from his pocket and pointed it against the man's heart. He slide around the man and looked at Rollo and said "He had his hand ready to attack in my experiences best not to leave things to chance." James waited to see how Rollo would react.

Human were certainly more dull-witted than he originally, it made him chuckle. He supposed that stupid and brave were two sides of the same coin when it came to James Conrad, and it truly took a man with a large set of balls to stare down Ikvar who was nearly 7 feet tall and 400 pounds of pure muscle, compared to Rollo who wasn't even six feet tall. "You must forgive Ikvar, Lord Conrad, he's easily excitable." The words he spoke was more for Conrad's sake. He had personally witnessed Ikvar rip men apart with his bare hands, and the damage he was capable of doing with his massive sword, well, it's sometimes better to not go into such grisly details. As for Ikvar himself, he wasn't the least bit fazed by the dagger that was now pointed towards his heart. He simply looked over to Rollo, waiting for him to give him the final order to kill the man. Rollo knew that his brother would leave nothing recognizable behind once he was finished with Conrad.

"But... I wonder if Dawnbringer Shamgar Paragon will leave anything to chance once you attack a member of the Kreshvi delegation? From what I can see, my brother is simply resting his hand on his sword." With that, he gave Ikvar a look. It was a look that they both knew quite well, for it meant that there would be no killing. Ikvar lifted his hand from his sword in response. "Also, I suggest you put that dagger away. Elsewise, my brother might feel the urge it take it from you... and Ikvar is hardly delicate. He might even take a few fingers with it." Rollo laughed a little at his own joke. 

While holding the knife of the tall and musclar man he looked at the facial exprssions and any moments he could notice and maybe catch on for future reference. James gave a small chuckle at Rollo's joke then sheathed his dagger. "Apoligies Ak-Sheh, Just as I had said Better to be careful then dead." He then moved around the brother infront of Rollo and stuck out his hand "So is it a deal or would you like something else?" James stood there keeping an eye on Rollo's tall brother.

"It's certainly a prospect to ponder upon. Should you become Lord Regent, we can iron out much more of the details in private. Ikvar is just so protective of his younger brother, is all." If Rollo wasn't Ak-Sheh, and if Ikvar could understand the gibberish that was the common tongue, Rollo did not doubt that he would have attempted to kill him after that comment. "But, I suppose that is all for now. Thank you for bringing your candidacy to my attention." He gave Lord Conrad a Kreshvi salute and proceeded to grin at his brother Ikvar, who was obviously confused at what exactly transpired. 

James nodded and walked away hoping he had gained Ak-Sheh Rollo's support he moved on to the next house. After taking a good look around he went to his old friend Lord Flint Whiteshorn. He waved his hand and a guard came with a wooden crate. He walked up to Flint and said "Hello, old friend I bring you a gift." He turned and opened the wooden crate and inside were letters and notes from his daughter. He then said "She asked me to give them to you I didn't read any so do not fear. I did however come to talk." Jame stood there looking into Flint's eyes waiting for a response