Sighing as he walks in; under no guard, nor armed. following Bazian from Sevantis
''My dear friend; the war is just; the reasons to attack are just, My men, my friends, and allies are here for one perpose; and that is a safer asulon for many Decades to come; Renati has done nothing but insult the honor of those whom attempt to aid him, He has betrayed me; his friend, on countless occasions, and what is not to say he shalt not do the same to you after the battle is done..''
Reaches into his satchel that slings over his shoulder, pulling a blade, sheathed in fine silks, enbroided by the wool of the softest of sheep; doing so automaticly the dwarves in the hall pull their blades seeing a potential threat.
''Teh'blade of Andromeda, given only to its royal members; or greatest of allies, I offer it to yer' if you remain neutral, or join forces with us''
Pulls the blade from the sheath; Revealing a Fine; iron sword, embedded with the patterns to which are only noticed in Dwarven architecture.
''You have my oath that either way; your friends, nay! Kin's Men are not in trouble, nor are they under thread, If they fight against us; they shall be released immidiately, if joined with us; then glory to our fine alliance; to which; you shall be rewarded with a twenty five percent split of teh'plunder..''
Bowing his head, he offers the blade to the man still
''Now let us drink..''
Grinning wickedly; as several men Burst through the door, carrying large kegs of ale; The dwarf's except your leader are drinking with the men of andromeda; He is faces with the penaultimate dicision.