There was a loud Knock at Bjomolf's Office door "Enter" his growling voice bellowed It was the Emissary from the Qutemaras, two days late but he expected this the sea's have been rough these past few days and there was a terrible storm As he read the Letter he smiled he set to work immediately and called together the council where he read out the Letter for the most part everyone was over the moon that the Outemaras wished to extend the truce and work together, for the past decade there had been war between the two nations a war that took many lives on both sides and it thanks to the willingness of both sides a truce was made though tensions remained high. There was however some people on the council that was displeased with this they either had fort against them or lost family who did, over the next few days they debated over this topic untill it was agreed that it was for the best to Honor the truce and make way for the future, 

Bjomolf dispatched a small group of his people to leave for Qutemara to discuss the trading between these now allied nations 

there had been however some talk from traders as big metal birds have been seen that flew the skies at night.. Bjomolf was confused as where his people so he called together all the spiritual leaders together to spread light upon this matter