[center][h1][color=fff200]Gastó Canalis[/color][/h1]
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Canalis sat on his mane, silently observing the events unfolding in the Maw. The enemy general wants to meet the Allied forces to deter them from fighting, but both sides know that this isn't gonig to happen. Wars are won with sword and blood, not kind words and fancy parlors. The rest of the Allied generals accompanied the leading figure in this defense, a large man from the North by the name of Torr. His wold petled bodyguards and advisors stoo beside him as the he measured his wits with Alaic. Calanis wasn't a big fan of these pre-battle meetings. He always found them to be a dick measuring contests between men that only waste time. 

He was at the back of the party as he arrived late to the camp, but he didn't mind the safety of multiple entourages in front of him. He observed the rest of the generals, variety of races from across the world. There were northeners like Torr, plain dwellers of the far west, mages from the secret societies, elves of the woods, and orcs from their barbaric lands. All the different cultures united under a single banner were fascinating. Calanis has only learnt about them from books before, or from the tales of the few merchants who were allowed into the Royal Palace.

No one insisted on him staying there for the whole duration of the chit-chat, and likely no one would notice if he left early. He looked at his guardians, 4 scaleguards riding 2 camels that have been lavishly decorated for this occasion, their double satchels shining with gold. He signaled them to follow, and he turned his own steed back towards the camp. Every minute wasted on this nonsense will delay the construction works by tenfold.

And he had no intention giving the enemy a breather.

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[b]Later at the tactical tent[/b]

Calanis sat in silence, his mind astray and dreaming about matters unrelated to the conversation hppening in the same room. He only paid the absolute minimal amount of attention to what was going on around him, and instead focusing on matters relating to state affairs and the battle to come. But he was interrupted by the outrage of Florian, the prince of the western horseman, who was blatantly insulting the orcs. Granted, Calanis himself never hard much about the orcs, as they rarely strayed down towards the south where the deserts would inevitably stop them before any conflict would ensue, however he refused to let such a demoralizing speech go by without repercussion.

He stood up from his sitting and leaned forward, loudly slamming his two hands on the table. He looked directly into the eyes of Floris who was sitting right in front of him, and gave him a furious gaze. [color=fff200]"Yes they have. They are fiersome warriors that can easely decimate our weak foes. And the fact that you can talk shit about them right now is the sign that they decided to not let you die alone here. You may have inherited your father's descending tone Floris, but I do no not appreciate such behaviour, especially not with our allies."[/color] He nod at Pizurk, and then seated himself once again. Now that the attention was on him, he could continue without such dramatics. [color=fff200]"We must stand strong against the menace on the other side of the Maw. We face the Empire outnumbered and ill equipped. Our morals therefore must be unwavering if we want to hold them at bay long enough so the West can defend itself."[/color] He looked around the room to let his words sink themselves into the minds of the generals. [color=fff200]"Our alliance is held together by a thread, and it's a miracle some of us are here today. I would have never come here, had I not beg for my father's blessing on this battle. So you must also honor everyone present, or this makeshift assembly will come to an end swiftly. And if that happens, our empires will fall one-by-one, and we will only prove those smug Sylverans and their claims at bringing unity to our lands. If the orc wants to lead, then we shall listen to him, and assess the information with our minds, not our hearts."[/color] He got carried away in the heat of his speech, but he truly guarded the value of brotherhood deep in his heart. He forced a natural expression back on his face, and adjusted himself to a more comfortable position in his lavish chair. He came here beleiving that he could forge the nations together, and to create a lasting alliance with the other nations, long after the Sylver Empire occupied the maw. This was the only chance for a united defense, and he didn't have the patience to put up with the bullshit of some young prince with no real experience. 

One of his lieutenants, an older scaleguard by the name of Aleriana, shifted closer to him and whispered in his ears. [b]"Excellent speech your majesty"[/b]. She has been with him since childhood, training him in close combat and archery, so naturally Canalis took her into the ranks of his own army, and relied heavely on her experience in combat. He only hoped that his wisdom was not wasted on these foolish generals, and that their dismay wouldn't bring doom upon his own troops.