Once the suggestion was there, I just sat back and watched the inevitable outcome. The Orc Chieftain made a pretense of considering various points, but in the end, he did as my magic forced him to do and signed the papers.
(Diplomacy +10, Orc Faction +15, Enchantment +10)
Fraledan seemed tired and sad when we returned. He leaned heavily upon his old staff, and his eyes had bags under them. He was happy that the treaty had been accepted, but he knew that the concessions would weaken Daria even more. He gave us our reward for a job well done.
(Fame +1, Gold +175)
I was reading an old dusty tome when I had a surprise visitor at the Full Cup Inn.
"Good morning, Randal Caldwell. I'm glad to see that you've continued to work on your magic."
It was Master Durgan, the doorkeeper of the Academy! I hadn't seen him in a long time, but he hardly seemed to have changed at all. He greeted me warmly as though the many years since my graduation didn't exist.
"I'm afraid this isn't a social call," he said, bowing his bald head. "We need your help."
We looked over our equipment and trained in our skills before we left.