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Dom an Tortek knock dit off dis is fer a council fer ourselves an our nation.

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Gorbo paces back and forth across the top of the stone table, tapping his fingers together. He looks up from his idle finger-tapping and speaks.

"Da metul-shara am mi mozt nub'hozh enemeh, mi hab haded dem fer maneh yearz now. Gorbo wull hep latz flat dem in diz klomp, mi wull peep iv da udder gobos mi am hosh wid wull hep tuu. Dun wit da metul-shara!"

Gorbo stomps his small foot on the table, the fires of bloodlust burning in his eyes.

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Following on from Hiebe's words, Valen's eyes dart between Dominic and Tortek, his tone of voice raised slightly.

"T'e King beh roight lads, t'is beh nay toime fer spewin' insults at each udder! Cooler 'eads prevail in t'is sort ov situation... Now, weh can all agree t'at t'e Teutons must pay fer t'eir actions but t'e question beh 'ow weh gu about servin' such justice, wit'out provokin' t'e rest ov t'e empoire. 'olm beh a wee bit out ov t'e way fer a meetin'... Ah wud better suggest Solace as weh 'old strun' toies wit' t'e 'ightowers n' iv neccessary, cud station our own dwarves t'ere tae defend t'e walls frum potential interference."

Valen turns his head towards King Hiebe, his voice much calmer and composed by now.

"Ye majesteh, based un wut ye council 'as suggested, wut beh ye prefered citeh tae 'old a meetin' wit' t'e Emperor ov Oren?"

Valen leans back in his seat, running his fingers through his thick beard as he awaits the King's response.

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Raglin places his hands on the table. The dwarf looks up with his one eye, searching all their faces.

"Weh must seek diplomaceh wif Oren firs' an' preferrableh before tae Teutons put in der "advice". Ah tink dat weh must put forth intae action tae mountaineers. Ah know ye've heard me say dis often, but our lands need all tae patrolling an' guards it can get. Dere'll be nae spies around if we do dis. Aye?"

He shrugged slightly at his idea, but his face remained firm and serious.

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Aye I dink dat wuld be moighty foine!

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Raglin nods.

"We must begin recruiting dwarves at once den. I'll take charge of tae mountaineers, undah only ye an Grimloth, me King."

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Gorum turns his attention to King Hiebe.

" Aye den, ah shall plan th' time fer th' date. But ah need confirmation on where th' meeting will be. "

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Salvus wuld be foine

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Valen gives a nod to Hiebe's words and tilts his head back towards the High Ambassador.

"T'en arrange t'e meetin' at unce lad, t'e soonah, t'e bettar. Paragons 'ope Godfreh beh willin' tae negotiate..."

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