Vreta breathed a short laugh through his nostrils for just a moment, looking down towards the floor. “I know I…usually have the answers to these sorts of question. It is my job, after all. Clearing up misunderstandings, explaining Rothian customs, expectations. But, uh, well…I haven’t the faintest idea this time. This is all so [i]wildly[/i] unprecedented. I don’t think I can understate that fact. The Rahn’Saki have never taken care of diplomacy themselves, and that offer they made…I never would have thought I would see one like it.”

For a moment, Vreta stopped and took in a breath. He had finally been able to voice his surprise, so he tried to think of what he could say that [i]would[/i] be helpful. “One thing, I suppose, I can say about the Rahn’Saki is that they are not liars. Every deal, every agreement they have committed the Rothian people to, they have honored. This offer is real, and I think your leaders would be insane to deny it. But, your leaders have to know that no species in their right minds would take a backseat to a matter of their own survival. It is a generous offer just for an equal partnership, and I hope your leaders see the wisdom in accepting it. I [i]truly[/i] hope they accept it, because if they don’t…well, there is no outcome here where the Rahn’Saki surrender our fate to Outremer’s government.”