Duke Carilon waits for his turn to speak.
"As Patriarch Coumain said before, an agreement between us was made. I've personally taken care of the undead's problem in Northern Alamie and Tuornen and, even if my men were able to stop the activities of the walking dead, protecting the lives and the houses of the inhabitants, my investigations have determined that this plague could not be removed by mundane forces. The source of the evil, at least of the evil acting in those areas, lies in the Five Peaks, but I'm concerned with a subtler evil...."
He pauses looking around at every regent, mundane or divine, attending at the assemply
"...we, as Anuirean Realms, continue to battle, fight and quarrell among us...As long as we'll continue in this way we could never be enough strong to win over the Shadow. Avan-Boer war, the army of the Marquis of Thasbyrn in Tuornen and many minor wars are making critical wounds in Anuire and I think many realms are waiting to gain profit if we'd be weakened after our battles against the Shadow..."
" My proposal is simple, Lords and Patriarchs...let us create an alliance, offensive against the Shadow, defensive against anyone will threat one of his members, lead by a council, one seat for every regent, be a landed lord or a holy man"
"The council will then decide how to act, in a cooperative way, against the Shadow"
"This is the only way to survive and if we will we could also get stronger and more prosperous; I, Carilon Alam, Duke of Alamie, will make my army, my gold, even my body and soul, available for every crusade, every mission, every effort will be decided by the council, if my proposal would ever be accepted..."