Emissary Lauriel Anviraele stands to speak,
she bows deeply towards Princess Aubrae,
“Princess”,
The bow last for a while, then quickly towards the rest,
“Your Graces,
It was never our intent to suggest other then what the Princess just now worded so much more wisely and elegantly,
I will reply the Archduke with care, to not further open up for misunderstandings,
In my Duchess Tuornen the taint of the Shadow is still evident; even if effort of my Duchess and Her Templar’s of the Militant Order clear the lands of undead continuously still new wander in across the border.
There will be need of armies, but there are armies, many armies, but what of goals? Should there be a clear goal or target for these efforts? Can there be names such goal and targets in this meeting?
And, the Shadow is a danger that cannot be defeated alone by armies of ordinary men, the source, powers and entities behind what we see by plain sight must be confronted with powers only the Gods can grant.
And so it too is learned that only with the true loyalty to His Holy Office The Pontiff can the birthright of my Duchess, and the duty that follows, be fulfilled. May the Pontiff bless my Duchess Laela Flaertes, by Grace of Haelyn Duchess of Tuornen, give Her strength to suffer the pre…”
Her last words are lost in whispers as she sits down again.