Depolmatic matters.

[Sasuke]

A man had been traveling for the past couple of days heading to Kraft's castle with his protection. Upon reaching the gate the head of the caravan steps out of the lead wagon. All the wagons was pastured with Ilia's flag. Walking to one of the soldiers he spoke. "You sir, would you let your lord know a Representative from Ilia has come to speak to him."

[Kraft]

Hours later the diplomats were brought before Lord Prophet in the Great Hall of the castle. They stood 10 metres away from the Prophet, who was surrounded by elite guards, dressed in parade uniforms. Both sides of the hall and the gate was lined by guards in the same uniform. They all had halberds, and while these looked harmless, they were none the less very deadly. They all carried swords and daggers as well. The hall was scattered with priests, monks, bishops, nobles, learned men, generals, high -and region officers, servants, mages of all kinds, an odd shaman here and there and the occasional woman.

The Prophet's trone stood higher than all the people and was very undecorative. The roof of the hall was supported by high marble pillars, which all had the symbol of the Prophet in it. Every pillar was also shrouded by a piece of cloth with a Psalm of the Holy Book painted on it. There were candles everywhere, that stood in silver bowls. The Prophet's trone was made of ebony wood and had a very high back. It was entirely black, even the cushions on which the Prophet was seated.

He wore formal clothes and sat firm when the diplomats entered. With a gesture of his hand he beconed them to come a little closer and croaked:

"Speak."

[Sasuke]

The man cleared his throat. "It has come to our attention that there was a... skirmish in the plains of Sacae between a group of men flying your flag. That is concerted an act of aggression, though the plainsmen and women had turned to us for aid in the past we've yet to hear anything from them. Since we're concerted the largest country in the world we would be a prime attack, if you had ordered the men to do so. We may have the once might Bern army among our rank, it doesn't match what you have here.

"From the reports we have received the men wasn't as glorious looking as this." The man spread his arms out as if he was pointing at Kraft's elite guards. "And with the size of your army it is possible the men went out on their own free will and started to raid other places. But that isn't the reason why I am here." He had started by undoing the buttons on the wrist of his jacket, then the ones going down the front and removed the jacket. After that he took off his shirt, then followed by his shoes then socks. After that came the pants, all the man was in at this point was his undergarments. With both hands in the air, at his head's height he started to walk towards Kraft.

"I was sent here to make peace with you regardless the cause of that outbreak of violence. Our people saw too much bloodshed in the last war, both the old and new part of Ilia." The man stopped as he made his way near a few of the royal guard and stuck his left hand out towards Kraft, giving him a chance to either allow him closer or walk towards him and shake his hand.

[Kraft]

The Prophet listened, his face blank. No expression. His head leaning on his hand, he simply listened.

When the diplomat tried to get closer, the Elite Guard pushed him back.

"No heathen may touch the Prophet." It was protocol. The crowd was shocked by the display of the diplomat and started talking silently. This man was crazy! Did he do it to show he had no weapons? Weird guy! He dares to try to touch the Prophet? Madman!

When suddenly all guards stomped their halberds simultaniously and all said the same formula: "Òèøèíà!" Which means "Silence!". The crowd stopped talking and kept looking at the weird diplomat from Ilia.

The Elite guard calmly, gently pushed the Ilian diplomat back to his original place and ushered him to put his cloths back on. Then the Prophet raised his right hand. The guards all stomped their halberds again and uttered: "Âèñòèíàòà!" which means "Truth!" This word was repeated by the crowd; "Âèñòèíàòà!" "Truth!". The Prophet indicated that he was going to speak and his Word was Wisdom. It was dead silent in the Great Hall once again and the Prophet cleared his throat.

"It was not an act of aggression. These men were guardians of our peaceful missionaries, who seek to enlighten the world, brother. They are the farmers who plant seeds of Faith in the souls of men. The Sacaen barbarians attacked them, just for that."

Pause.

"My army doesn't go out on free will. My army is disciplined. They don an armour of faith and a shield of trust. They do not falter, they do not fail, they are the light in this otherwise very dark and bleak world."

Pause.

"Bern was once mighty, but is now a country in ruins. I have always recognized their power and their beauty and I value Ilia very much as well. Let it be heard that the Prophet values friendship and that Bern and Ilia can get so much if they follow Our will." and he pointed to the heaven, to himself and the crowd.

Pause.

"We value peace. Let it be heard that the Prophet has no quarrel with Ilia, but Sacae is a danger for our nation, our people, our church. Sacae will suffer consequences. But we are no animals, we are merely servants of a good cause and we shall not shed blood in Sacae. That is, unless they force us too."

Pause.

"That is all. I have spoken."

The guard stomped their helbards once again and said: "Ìóäðîñò!" which means Wisdom. The Prophet was wise. Then it was quiet once again and everyone stared at the diplomat, waiting for his answers. The Prophet just stared.