~[@Apollosarcher], [@Polaris North] (FRN & LNA), [@Sho Minazuki], [@Eisenhorn], [@Suku]~

The odd gathering went about their business as Anna continued marketing her wares to the misplaced royals. The atmosphere seemed to have lightened thanks to the merchant's verbose speeches as patrons browsed her instant shop. However, it was not to last...

[h2][center]*BOOM*[/center][/h2]

A loud explosion silenced all noise and demanded everyone's attention. In the distance, there was a flame blazed fiercely. A tent burned brightly. But to those who knew, this was not just any tent. This was the tent where the meeting took place. And now it was up in flames and with no survivors in sight.

There was only a moment of silence and awe before it was broken again. "[color=fff79a]Treachery! The Dwarves are attacking us! Treachery![/color]" Yelled a human soldier. "[color=fff79a]To arms! TO ARMS![/color]"

"[color=0054a6]The League have betrayed us! We are under attack![/color]" A Dwarven voice also yelled. "[color=0054a6]AXES READY, LADS![/color]"

And with those two shouts, what was once a tense meeting erupted into a chaotic battle between man and Dwarf. The sounds of war and fighting immediately erupted everywhere. Dwarves and men begun clashing against each other but there were some who were still confused at the situation and so, just stood and watched as violence ensued. Regardless, there was no stopping this battle.

The patrons that browsed Anna's shop quickly left and reunited with their units and regiments, leaving only the misplaced royals, the girl Emma and the woman who was with her as well as Anna herself and Jake. All of whom were stunned beyond belief. "[color=crimson]This... can't be happening...[/color]" The merchant muttered. 

"[color=0072bc]Hey now! What's going on here?![/color]" A familiar voice arrived. It was Kazador and with him was a small Dwarven band. "[color=0072bc]You there! The strange regiment! I demand to know what all this ruckus is about![/color]" The large Dwarf practically ordered the small gathering.

Just as Kazador and his throng arrived, a larger band of human soldiers made themselves present. Among them were Soldiers and Mercenaries and several Heroes, all led by a Paladin. They wore the colors of Archanea and were marching towards the camp. They have seen the Dwarven company and they have brandished their weapons, drawing ever closer to the unaware Dwarves.

A choice has to be made.