<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c4/28/dd/c428ddf438ca14641b1655405ab71a12--fantasy-men-pretty-men.jpg)</div><br/>Argon could have used a trod or his Arts of Wayfare to arrive at the Dwarven Hold but that would mean bypassing any chance to meet people or experience anything meaningful. As it was, the trip was quiet for the most part; who would be stupid or desperate enough to attack the envoy of the Fae when they came seeking to create a peace accord that would most likely save them from being enslaved by angel choir or demon horde?<br/><br/>His destrier Khyaman was a solid horse and had been with him in many battles, now he was just plodding in the snow and making complaining noises about the cold. Argon was fairly positive he was chosen for this assignment because the King was getting a little worried about his growing powers and accomplishments. This was a suicide mission. He was going to be surrounded by the very beings that wanted to tear each other apart and do what with them? Explain to Angels that it wasn't right to kill people or take over their lands; he was pretty sure they'd gotten over that when they killed people and tried to take over their lands. Argon wasn't exactly positive what excuses they made for themselves as some kind of justification. The demons just wanted the land, they didn't exactly have a moral compass that precluded slaughter, rape or pillaging; conquest was in their nature. His only possible allies here were those from the Mortal Realm and by that it really meant the dragons.<br/><br/>To come to some actual accord would be highly unlikely. Usually diplomacy was a stalling tactic to allow everyone to regroup and possibly gather intelligence about their enemies and seek out some allies who were sitting on the proverbial fence. To think there wasn't going to be bloodshed during these talks was nigh impossible. All the delegate races involved could never be described as...humble or demure. All of them were powerful, arrogant and more. If he survived this mission it would be amazing, but Argon didn't think for a moment he was going to succeed. He would do his best because he just didn't understand not approaching a task in any other way. If its worth doing, its worth doing right. He just felt comforted by the Fay wrought items he wore.<br/><br/>When the Dwarf Hold came into view he had to snort. 'Leave it to a Dwarf to charge for something like a peace meeting.' he shakes his head. It was a picturesque enough palace, dwarves always did good stonework. His entourage grumbled very quietly in the back when once again they just didn't use their Arts to get to the top. They were diplomats and he was a warrior. He liked to know his surroundings and if that meant a few hours in tunnels where he could take in his surroundings then they would plod along for another few hours.<br/><br/>When they got to the top he stopped any fanfare with a wave of his hand. When he saw the suite of rooms that were to be his he immediately traded with his top adviser who had a much more spartan room without all these luxuries. It was enough for practice and meditation, that was good enough. After getting settled he would go out and see who else had arrived.