[h1] GERWAZY CASIMIR [/h1]

A young, what should we call him, aristocrat? Diplomat?

I like Diplomat better...

A young diplomat was walking the streets of Mircia, noticing quite the hectic bar fight taking place. Once he got to the commotion, it seemed to have died down. What struck him as odd, though, was the incredibly powerful Monos presence, in one little bar. knowing that there was more to this tale than let on, he decided to let his talking try to calm the fight down rather than let it reignite, but this time everyone dying thanks to the Monosian powerhouses.

Gerwazy nudged his way to the center, where he saw the last person he would expect to be at a little racist bar, a prince from Albia. 'Perfect,' Gerwazy thought to himself, 'this sounds like the start to a bad joke.' The diplomat made his way to the Monos knight and wizard and said "Oh dear, what do we have here. If you continue this racist speech, than it might attract some onlookers. The last thing we want is the press to come out direction. So how about we just lower the weapons and talk this out like the civilized folk we are?"

At this point, Gerwazy was spewing stuff out his ass. He did not know the full story, but was trying to defuse it from becoming an actual skirmish. He prayed to the Goddess to aide him in this struggle