[u][b]Lucius- Caesar of The Legion[/b][/u]

[i] "Are there any important matters that anyone wishes to bring to the forefront before we move forward?"[/i]

The man known as 'The King' had given the first official word in this little meeting, and had opened the floor. Lucius didn't think the man looked much like a 'King', and he knew very well that Mr. House, not this man, ran New Vegas. The significance of his name, if it had one, was lost on Lucius. 

When no other delegates spoke up, the Caesar of The Legion slowly rose to his feet, and set his finger tips lightly on the table in front of him. He spoke sternly, but calmly, and his tone indicated a deeper understanding of just what was about to happen. Perhaps the delegates of the West would understand, but those of the north, east, and south...they had no idea. 

"If you've all had your wine and whiskey," He began, looking around him, "Then maybe we might discuss the fact that the Treaty of Goodsprings has reached its end. Mars alone knows exactly what that means, but I can take a fair guess. The treaty must either be renewed, or the Southwest will likely be awash with blood soon enough. And I can assure you, that whatever horrors the first war brought, the second will unleash even more."