Jacque steps towards a podium after an emergency meeting was called at the Praedium roadside land. His robes sway in the wind yet his arms remain stiff, latching them onto the smooth oak handles of the podium.
"People of Praedium" He would say with a firm tone "The Black Swan swore to us that they would be a protector against any wrong doers.. and on this day" He would stop, looking down as if he was hurt by the broken oath "They went against what they swore to us... They are nothing but liars." He would say, clearing his throat "The people or Praedium nor the people of Akovia are not an alliance of this rouge force.. These people who promised little protection if needed.. They are the rouge ones." He would grumble. "I myself, although I do not have the power to indicate them as such, I say they are traitors of the Grand kingdom of Oren and deserve to be brought to justice for the murder of multiple ordermen." He shouts "If they are seen on Praedian territory, they will be dealt with swiftly." He states. "This rouge behavior MUST stop at once and I, Baron Jacque d' Praedium will do everything in my power to halt this madness" he would finish "Thank You.." He states, bowing as he walks off the Podium. Claps are heard from Orenian people as he leaves the area, waving to the crowd as he enters the fine state of Praedium.