The guards posted at the entrance to the King's audience chamber haul the heavy doors open when Amox arrives with the requested parties.  Their eyes are narrow and bright through their helms, and they slide over the wizards as they walk past.<br/><br/>"Friends!" Eloran bellows at them as they enter, a wide, maniac grin crawls across his face, and his eyes broil with pent up emotion.  "I'm going to lay this out real simple.  No dancing with words.  Are we men of honor, or are we snakes, slithering about the issue, with only malice and greed in our hearts?  Do you truly want peace between our lands, or not?"