I am a spymaster of this domain and yes, we all know that I am indeed the one whom I’ve been designated with upon the biddings of Lady Anda of the Carylle of Kehina. Indeed, I am aware of my responsibility of taking care of the state affairs below the tables of Kehina, and her chieftess, and her inner circle of council. I am tasked with forging an alliance between the pirates, the dragon and myself as a representative of the nation. The task is daunting, as none of us trust each other. Well, as of yet. Of course, I met Captain Pierre and his lackeys with rather a lukewarm turning to a cautious approach when he and I parted ways during the rescue attempt of Lord Gervðas (the Augur, the sole philosopher advisor to the queen of Kehina).

I begin by traveling to each party's camp in turn, listening to their grievances and negotiating terms. The deliberation is all about the coexistence of each party - Odreth dragon clan and the pirate of Arancy with its de-facto head Captain Pierre. I am careful to ensure that each party gets something out of the deal; this is key to gaining the trust of all parties. The Odreths and the Arancians have seemed to have a history that I did know not. A beef perhaps that I have overlooked when recruiting them on a separate occasion. It is a shame if I could at least manufacture their commends… their powers are much needed as of now. It is because one party is not ample to repel off the vile Inglovians at this point of this stage.

I gave an asylum for the dragons with no further consent of the queen herself and of the other party - Captain Pierre and his enamored 'Arancian' demesne. I was oblivious when I took charge of the access. I never knew there was a friction, or a conflict of interest, or a beef between them. Nonetheless, they still have a bigger plate on the table to settle as of now. And the bigger plate I allude to is the GroßKaiser… the Grand Emperor and his wench empire… Inglovia. Once I have an agreement in principle, I arrange for a contract signing ceremony. I stand as a witness and an overseer to the third party whilst the both of them agree to it in reluctant response. Each party arrives warily, looking around for any sign of treachery. I stand in the middle of them all and explain that this alliance will benefit us all in the long run, if we are willing to take a risk and trust one another. Of course, I am not willing to give up either of them, it can be a debacle if both of the parties lose on our grasps.

The contract signing goes off without a hitch; each party signs their name on the dotted line with a flourish. Afterward, there is a sense of relief and tentative celebration among us all. We have achieved something truly remarkable; we were tasked with a predicament. Each of them refuses to back down. And all, alas, it went just like that. The skirmishes between are on hold… for now. Truce is the only option to keep these idiosyncrasies to focus on a more devastating adversary. We all have the similar foe. So why not, at least be with peace while at it? The Odreths have lost their birth rights and their home in Inglovia. The pirates have nearly ceased to exist at the sea. All because of the Grand Emperor, Llewellyn McDylan TŷLlewellyn.

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The contract signing ceremony will be held in a grand hall, with representatives from both sides present. I feel an irky sentient between these individuals and a strange sense of pride and hubris as I keep on watching them sign their names on the parchment whilst my name is already on there. After years of conflict and bloodshed, it seemed like peace was finally within reach. Ugh, damn! Phew… that's hard as I would never have expected. All of it and the difficult job of brokering a peace between the pirates and the dragon. It was a long, arduous journey to get here, but I finally managed to secure an alliance between them. The Odreth Clan will try to provide us some support during the battle phases in the land whilst (their staple obligation is to fend off and maintain aerial dominance in the sky) remain on the vantage point above our heads. Captain Pierre, with his crew, and 'Arancian' naval superiority will then secure us from hemming the advances of the possible armadas incoming. We will take care of the land, albeit, we are still confident about our gains and strength in the future. Two expatriated healing mages. Five centaurs who have the 'hands' in archery. A liaison called 'Quexajo' seemingly acclaimed to be both adept in naval and land strategy and tactics. A thousand volunteers who, by the Augur, were brainwashed. A quarter of a thousand (250) expert soldiers all across the plane and the world, however they will be working on an independent basis as a foreign legion; under the leadership of General Clyden.

The ceremony ends with a toast between the two sides, and they then all begin to mingle and get to know each other better. Their grievances. Their ordeals. As further they share all of those painful moments of their lives warring with each other. And as even though they were still wary and had friction with each other at first, it didn't take long for them to start talking about their mutual enemies and interests to partake in a later on, peace treaty. Sometimes, revenge can wait if there's a bigger threat that awaits them. "Revenge is sweeter when both ends are willing to delve deeper to an ocean floor, to scour further into a volatile dungeon, when either one of them is going to surface under the gleam of sunrise." I quote, as claimed by Lord Aisla. I can't concur with his sentiment, however. It is because the revanchism inside of me is driving me alive. Without it, I won't savor what it tastes like. And like that, I will take my chances to commence what is rightfully mine. I like you, marshal, but I can't risk it when the time is right.

As the party is getting joyous and getting merrier, I watch as the pirates tell tales of their daring adventures at sea, while the dragons regale them with stories of their magical exploits in the sky in the past. All of us have our best exploits in our life, regardless how shabby and lousy it was, if it is deemed by many - then the majority of those who heard, seen, oversaw wins.

Zechary, I am grateful for your help, lad. Since you have helped, you made things so smooth but you're still a dimwitted fool, though.