[Part Two of Two]

“I must agree, how can the Empire be told it should stay out when both the Dominion and the Argonians shall send forces, and the South might not even have someone from Elsweyr, possibly not even a Khajiit, representing them. I do sense a lot of hypocrisy here, I am afraid.”

“Enough, all of you!” Rules-With-Claw barked, he was fed up with all this nonsense. “Both of you Khajiits were not even invited guests to start with and now you dare to completely derail our summit? Out of here now! Councillor and representative Ildoryn, you will stop fueling to this flame at once.”

“Fine, Ab’Farahn doesn’t need to commune in the summit anyway.” He stood up and left with the few Khajiit he brought with him.

Before S’arah could speak, a miltiaman was already standing with a finger pointed to his opposition. “True Khajiits settle disputes on the battlefields, this one will see you there.” Following the militiaman, S’arah pretended to shake her head. In reality, she couldn’t be more cheerful. A peace disrupted means a weakened Tamriel, a surefire path to her lucrative bonus. Before leaving through the door, she gazed briefly at Ildoryn and nodded at him in courtesy. 

Before Ab’Farahn left he turned around and said “Don’t worry… We will…” He then left.

The Councillor then cut in “Very well, Rules-With-Claw.” The Councillor said, nodding, before turning his head to the militiaman “So much for a peaceful solution then.”The Councillor nodded to one of the soldiers behind him, who returned the nod and followed after Ab’Farahn.

Ildoryn nodded in silence, he wasn’t really that fired up yet, but he was eager to support S’arah to halt any further inquiries that might have exposed her true identity. 

“Ab’Farahn.” The soldier said, once they were out of an ear shot of the Summit. He approached and whispered “On your way through Cyrodiil, inform count Leyawiin that the peace has failed, and upon your return to Elsweyr inform the Governor-Millitant that he is to proceed with the contingency plan” He said, nodded before raising his voice to a normal level “Until we meet again, hm?”

“Yes, we may meet again soon. Hopefully, when this is all over.” Ab’Farahn replied and continued on his journey to Elsweyr.

The soldier nodded to Ab’Farahn and returned to the summit, whispering in the Councillors ear, who nodded and whispered something back to him. The Soldier scuttled out again. The Councillor spoke up “So what’s next on the agenda for us all to discuss?”

(Nord Thoughts on South’s statement) 

The Argonian ruler sighs, massaging his forehead with two fingers as he felt the difficulty of the summit for the second time in as many days. He was not good at the act of diplomacy, perhaps it was because he was too honest. His son had far more patience for bickering, even if he was being uncharacteristically firm in the affairs of the Khajiit. “I think discussing the issue of Valenwood will be difficult without the representation of the Bosmer. Therefore, we shall return to the more productive discussions of this summit. Does anyone have any concluding words on the talk of peace and trade? The Argonians are pleased with the construction of the docks,as well as the alliance with the orcs and the High elves, as well as the peaceful accord struck with the Dark elves.

Yagurz groaned at the proceedings, the incessant arguing, and final motioned over to one of his guards, handing him a sealed letter detailing the deals that the Orcs had made at the summit so far. “Send a runner out to Orsinium. That letter should beat us home by a day, and then I can begin to talk immediately with King Burkash about the tactical and strategic gain from these moves.” The Orc nodded and took the letter, giving it to a courier to send all the way to Orsinium.

“Nothing more to say? Perhaps that is for the best. Tempers threaten to flare and the peace talks we have had today would be for naught if unraveled by the words of politicians and diplomats.” Rules-With-Claw stands up from the head of the stone table, grasping a goblet full of heavy Argonian liquor. 

“As I started the summit with a toast, it seems fitting I should end with one.” He clears his throat for one last time, ensuring the last of people’s attention was on him for one last time. “A toast, to all the representatives and all the provinces of a joint Tamriel. May the whole of Nirn know and envy the cooperation showed today: for it paves the future for a truly fair Tamriel, more perfect than any empire of conquest and more pure than any land crafted through domination.”