[center][b]Johnfeir[/b][/center]

The Crafters council all sat in the capital building, located in Feir City. The building, a mix of different materials that would make anyone who did not know the history of the country, was a small affair. Even so, it didn't need to be that large to seem immense to small little gnomes. On the outside, a spectator could see that the building was a large square, with no windows on any side. At the base, coming three feet off the ground, was stone. The middle of the building, going upward, was plated with a gleaming white metal. Finnally the roof was made using the local tree population. The door was an ornate spear-head shape with intricate designs carved in its wood. All in all, the building stood ten feet tall. Inside, was a hall leading straight to the audience room with the council seating in a slightly elevated area in the front. Also, upon entrance, there were two simple doors to the side, inside were two waiting rooms. The building wasn't as a grand affair as other capitals or palaces of other nations, but the gnomes preferred functionality over, well, large buildings.

The Council was were all sitting in their spots, each one sitting on a comfortable chair mainly fashioned from the exports of their native district, the only exception being The Prime Crafter. As leader, he sat on a very comfortable, custom made "throne", made from all three of the countries major products. The ten gnomes were all conversing with each other, pipes hanging from their mouths and an occasional burst of nasally laughter as someone popped a funny joke. It was a wonder that the nation of Johnfeir ever made it into the Galan League, not at all elegant like the elven founders. Most were quite the opposite, loud, rambunctious, and always needing to do something with their hands. If they hadn't been so keen to sniff out a dollar and began to be a major trade partner with the Kingdom of Norium and Ailbanor, they could have very well joined the League of Ingria. Though, fortunately, the government had landed their small nations a spot with the strongest group in the world.

Sometime late in the day, the Council's secretary entered the doors of the audience room and announced that a messenger from Norium had come to give the Council a message. The men quickly composed themselves and told the secretary to allow the elf in. The tall creature had to bend down a little to get through the door, but was able to stand once he had entered completely. "I have traveled from the distance Kingdom of Norium to give you a most urgent message. The sorrowful Republic of Cesia has declared war on our mighty nation. The king himself has called all of his allies to join in the war effort to make an example of those riotous dwarfs," with that, the tall, sweaty elf, bowed and backed out of the room, staying in the bowing position until he was all of the way out of the room.

As soon as the doors of the audience hall had shut, every single member of the council burst into laughter. "He was dieing in those hot robes!" one of them called out as everyone nodded in agreement and continued their laughter, each one of their pointed hats that marked them as rulers bobbing up and down. Another stood up and over exaggeratedly said, "I am from Norium, where it is a whole darn lot cooler than this blasted country. Us high class elves can't stand the heat in the robes we absolutely have to wear!" This prompted another fit of laughter from each of the gnomes. Once the all of the snickers died down, the Prime Crafter, BamGardo Bywater, stood and announced, "Well, we are now presented with a decision, war or peace?".

A large gnome, who's mining business was located in Iron City, immediately stood up and shouted, "To War! Lets send every gnome and barker we've got to those bloody dwarfs and make them pay!". This extracted many critical looks from his peers and he quickly sat down and slumped into his chair. 

"Well," began a gnome from who owned a weapons factory based in between Midville and Portston, "I say we send the elves weapons, its too early to send soldiers. Weapons are always need."

"Well, that may be fine for you," another one began, "but with the dwarfs pirating going on, a ship won't make near Norium without being sacked. I've already lost two of my trade ships to them!" 

Before any of them could respond, the secretary knocked on the door and entered, " I'm sorry to interrupt, but there is a messenger from Emudrim here. He wishes to speak with you.".

"Let him in," Bywater replied.

"Good evening, my gnomish brothers. My king has tasked me to inform you that has planned to send a force to assist our Norin allies, albeit that we must wait for the prince Arudrion to return from hunting the dreaded Rithanemai," the messenger said as he gave his message quickly.

"Thank you, sir," Bywater began, "you may leave to the waiting rooms." The elf bowed and then left the room. " Well, this may change our course of action. Does anyone have any ideas for our course of action?"

A younger gnome from the framing district stood and addressed the rest of the Council, "I say we still send the weapons to Norium. We could enlist the elves from Emudrim to protect our shipment from the dwarven pirates. In turn, we could send men to help eradicate the Rithanemai." The evil, bird-like creatures used to be a menace to the gnomes before Johnfeir was born, always attacking the farms and destroying crops, but things have since changed. As Johnfeir began to develop the gnomes had began to produce harpoonish weapons that could easily take down the monsters. In addition, the gnomes also found out that their barkers were one of the creatures natural predators. Soon, the gnomes easily pushed the Rithanemai out of their country, and accidentally into Ailbanor.

"I like that idea," Bywater replied, "All in favor say 'Ay' all against say 'Nu'." Soon the audience room was filled wit Ay's and Nu's. Finally, they sorted out that seven agreed and three disagreed. The plan would go forward. Bywater spoke into a tube standing next to his throne, his message was reach the secretary who had a similar tube in his office. Soon the two elven messengers entered the room. "Our decision on the war concerns both of your kingdoms, so we shall give it to both of you. We have decided that we shall not send any soldiers to fight the dwarfs, but we shall send weapons to help arm your warriors," The Prime Crafter replied to the visitors, "This is were you come in, my Emudrimian friend. If your nations send forces to protect these shipments, we will take care of your problem with the Rithanemai for you. You may both leave, I expect that our decision will reach your rulers." With that, the two elves were gone, and the Council relaxed and began to converse again.