"I shall," Rebat said, stepping forward. He wasn't completely sure how to start. It was as if the moment he stepped forwards, his eloquence with words suddenly left him. He opened his mouth, but all that emitted was a choking croak. Then, the words began to slowly come to him, and he smiled, remembering. " . . . His Might Rughoi the Unbound will not ask much of his mighty neighbor. He is of the belief that kobold strength and intellect will forge his nation, given time. I, the voice of His Might outside of his city, agree with this sentiment." He began picking up the pace, as terms began to come to him. "Our demands are humble and simple, and our willingness to give is great. What we ask is a total end to hostilities between our two nations, as well as a lasting peace that stretches to the end of time." That, he thought, was a good start. "In exchange, merchants flying the Hekaga flag will not be asked to pay tariff. We shall also turn over a number of dracon heirlooms taken from Traeton to you. Lastly, we offer you the title Friend to All Kobold, recognized by all citizens of Xigyll, and an exalted place in the annals of our nation."