Taking her seat at the table in the Great Hall, Cordelia Rekkefølge found herself in coversation with the man she had known previously as Barbissar Tisk, diplomat from Skagaskon. After a short discussion about the weather, the conversation moved on to trade routes, which suited her preferences fine. Historically all the metal needed by Sovnscrine had been able to be sourced from the land itself, and their civilisation had never seen the need for precious metals or gems outside of using them to bargain with other lands of a more different outlook. Therefore, Skagaskon’s emphasis on the mining industry, along with the often treacherous path to reach it, had meant that little trading had occurred between the two civilisations. However, she was aware that the kingdom likely had more to offer, and was intrigued to see what that was, and what her own kingdom could offer in return. As the discussion continued, Tisk brought up the possible dangers of trading. “Skagaskon would, of course, assure safety to merchants and caravaners as soon as they got into the territory, and I assume Sovnscrine would have no trouble providing the same, isn’t that right?” She immediately picked up the true intentions of the delegate’s questions. “I assume you are referring to the raids perpetrated by these supposed Sovnscrinians? I guess now is as good a time as any to explain the problems currently faced by my home kingdom. As I’m sure you know, we have a reputation for being fierce and deadly fighters in many different fields of combat, able to brave seas, ice, plains and mountains alike. It is not undeserved - it would be deeply unwise for any nation to anger us such that we feel it worthy to go to war. However, that does not make us hungry for battle. On the contrary, it is the greatest warriors that know most the value of not just declaring war at the first provocation. But our reputation remains that of mighty warriors nonetheless” “It is this that is causing the problems. Dozens of groups, from pirates to barbarians to even some of your own malcontented factions claim the heraldry and name of Sovnscrine in the hopes that it aids them in their attacks. Granted there are a few ex-Sovnscrinians for whom the desire to kill and destroy outweighs all else, but these are few in number indeed. It is these groups that are responsible for the raids that we now seem to be infamous for. Not to imply any animosity or arrogance, but had the attacks on Skagaskon been genuine, your kingdom would not have been so victorious in your battles. But it is not us who launch these raids. No, it is these imposters that perform these disgusting acts, but it is us who get the blame. Believe me, nobody hates these raiders, or is taking more measures to get rid of them than us” Cordelia did not normally make clear her emotions outwardly and this was no exception, having not raised her voice or drawn herself up at all during her explanation. However, one with years of studying body language would be able to spot subtle clues to her fury on the subject. But with her piece said, she eased back into the demeanour she had had before, a barely noticeable change, but one that a select few would spot. “I’m sorry to put a dampener on the mood this evening, and I hope we can continue things pleasantly” They were about to continue the conversation when the pair noticed their host about to address the group, and agreed to leave discussions until after they had heard what he had to say.