"I am afraid there is." Celestia looked out the window to her side. "How am I to react when the nobles of my own kingdom feel so threatened that they must rally to garrison the borders? Indeed, how can I blame them if the griffons have been acting so belligerent? Neither your king nor Firthengart’s responds to any of my attempts to engage them in discourse. Your High King assures me all is well yet nothing ever seems to get better. Firthengart is hoarding its steel and coal, not even trading with other griffons. What would you do when such actions are coupled with a much larger military activity just across your border?"