Eloran considered for a moment, a smile quirked at the corners of his lips.  "A folly then." he waves his hand, dismissing the past few minutes from his concern.  "But what have we gained from this exchange?"  He beamed at the men in the room, looking between Hasglow and Tansen and Deston.  "This may have been one of the most polite exchanges between the two most iconic figures of our time, the bloody Ritter Hex, and the demonic magi.  We could work together.  There is no reason we shouldn't.  Ages have past since long buried men started this conflict.  This man here," he pointed at the King, "has treated with your father, Prince Tansen, in the past, to finally bury the issues of dead men, but still we war.  It's evident that we can share this continent, we've been doing it so far, and if we weren't killing each other all the time, we could be a much more advanced people."<br/><br/>"So, my Lords of Loidite, when you nobles resume your squabbling over the conditions of the peace, well, don't let something as trivial as some upset merchants alter your course.  This can be YOUR legacy," he roared.  "You and Gavin, the two Princes who continued to throw men at each other, or the two Princes who brought a golden age of peace and plenty."