"Hm..." he stared hard at them for a moment, a smile twitching into the corners of his lips.  "Very well, let's get this hard part over with."  He took a deep breath.  "Our King is dying, from a very sudden wasting sickness.  Overnight, actually.  We think it's magical.  In the interest of ending the bloodbath between our nations," he bowed to one knee, to surprised grunts from the other warriors in the room.  "I request, my Lords of Loidite, that you attempt to heal our king."