<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br/></div>Aryia read the handouts and shifted uneasily in her chair. Several things she was afraid of, and something like this could disperse or create her fears just as easily if she didnt manage things correctly for her locale.<br/><br/><strong>"My liege and heros of other parts" </strong>Aryia bowed gracefully. One thing she realized and insisted all diplomats from Mistpeak should refine was that of etiquette. Bow properly, give the respect kings and the like hope for, and it goes a long way staying in their good books.<br/><br/>She didn't know much about the current king. Usually new ones try and impose their relevance or start wars quickly after getting into power to try and make a name for themselves, settle issues they developed getting into power or venting their meglomaniacy they had been bottling. This king was different. Far as she could tell the people liked him and until she heard otherwise Aryia did also.<br/><strong><br/>"As you all know I am Aryia, overseer of Mistpeak I don't mean to insult any here with the suggestion you wouldn't already know this but our situation is different to other areas fine hero's about me manage"<br/></strong><br/>Aryia's stance was perfect she kept the king and hobson in her sights but looked in turn to each about briefly.<br/><strong><br/>"Mistpeak may not be as developed as other places but magic is powerful there and our main income comes from gems and strange nuggest of weird metals we our mountains place in streams.  Giving a fraction of the mountains wealth for Albion's needs is something Mistpeaks has given me the authority to negotiate. But villagers of Mistpeak have a concern we hope formal stances could dispel."<br/><br/>This was a sensitive time, most cared for the places they saw to expecting them to care about backward Mistpeak, <br/><br/>"Other places make machines such as this one" Aryia produced her flintlock pistol and placed it beside her "Which scare us greatly, any with these we have no defense of. Furthermore their sounds are so alien and abrupt to our ears, more used to hearing singing on the wind we fear that soldiers marching through our grounds practicing maneuvers could do incredible damage to our culture. Mistpeaks worrys we are seen as a perverted abomination in some peoples eyes. What was unsaid in such forums becomes more real in years to come. Its true we practice pleasure magics changing bodies but this is vital for our culture."<br/></strong><br/>Aryia coughed.<br/><strong><br/>"Our mountains are rich in resources we don't have much need of, and its no secret our villages ride on this and are considered lazy and backward compared to towns we see elsewhere. Mining them for more is forbidden for it will ruin our way of life, and the idea of it is an insult to the free gifts our mother mountains provide us.<br/><br/>Our people are changing rapidly due to the magics we practice, even a year has seen us become noticeably stranger, bodies not suitable for soldiering. Recruiting soldiers from our numbers will likely re-enforce our alieness if not managed properly and see them to their deaths quickly. <br/><br/>Will users however are becoming more prevenant and powerful among our kind, we can supply such but direct attacks and killing is something abhorrent to our beliefs. Will users of support roles or direct gems or nuggets of strange metals is all we can offer, perhaps our flowers renowned for will-uplift if potion supplies for your army is needed, but anythings else I fear could ruin our way of life forever which I must protest to. <br/><br/>Is there a chance that patrols do not venture that close to us unless absolutely necessary, and perhaps a network of mirrors and lenses placed about mountain tops such that those under your command could peer into to inspect what you wish without needing to see for their own eyes. Formal ambassadors or visitors interested in our art and music however are always welcomed. Army's simply intimate our kind too much. So alien to what we know I fear we would not recover"</strong><br/>