“Silence!” Echoed through the grand throne room of King Castor. “I will not allow an audience to be disturbed. If you have something to say, you wait your turn!” he said to the Shalorni ambassador. Then he turned to the messenger. “Don’t you dare to call the Shalorni people a common enemy. I bare them no hostility.” With his loud booming voice he silenced the place. Castor had often been called a very aggressive pacifist. Enforcing peace everywhere he ruled, sometimes through swift and exceptionally harsh action. When he was younger, dissident was common among Sylvannyr. The village people thought they could get more for their grain. The Reaver Knights made of 2 towns an example. But peace was not only kept through a mailed fist. Lords were forced to listen to the wishes of their people.

He turned to the older advisor: “You are right. Send a message to the king of Gnyr Shalorn. Tell them that Noutun belongs to the Noutoni King. But also offer him the possibility to show his Casus Belli.” The advisor made a small bow and went off. Writing the letter and sending it with a dove straight towards Gnyr Shalorn. He turned once more towards the messenger and the ambassador and said: “For now, Sylvannyr stands with Nouton. A war against them, is a war against us.”