[How are things at your end?] I sent it to Wryly while hoping they started the war up there.
[No news yet]
[What do you mean?!]
[The paragons decided to accept the treaty]
What the f*ck!! They did what?!!
[Doesn't your race love to fight? What the heck happened?!!]
[I believe some sort of a deal has been reached, something that my paragons couldn't say no to]
[Damn! So you aren't fighting at the moment?]
[Neither do we, nor the Dragons as far as I know]
[Won't you fight anytime soon?]
[The treaty spanned over a year, so there won't be a fight anytime soon]
I paused, thought for a second. Such a situation was something I had no say in or couldn't change.
[Then lead your forces and come down here. I need you in a big fight against Hectors]
[Right now? Where?]
[It's far from the north. That treaty is limited to the northern continents, right?]
[That's true. Ok, I'll see what my paragon will say]
