Feign's eyes are cold, clearly not even slightly paniced at the prospect of death.  Even to his own ears his words sound eerily calm.  "She died for peace and freedom.  My people aren't on their way for conquest or to treasure.  They will come, and they will bring an end to this war very swiftly.  When it is done they will be gone asking nothing but alliance in return."  He winces as the pain of his broken arm begins to finally seep past his mental training.  "They won't attack unarmed, and they will fight by your side.  Keep the furs allied to the S.E.M. out of the fighting and mistakes will be minimal."