"My apologies Solara, I was unaware, and I did not intend to fluster you so," Sir Immat inclines his head in mild apology. "The nadu worship old gods, simple in their needs and places of worship. I begrudge them not, I would like them to see the benefit of Krom, of arming themselves with iron, and many already have. But those that refuse to do so I bear no quarrel towards, it is their unregulated indulgence of magic that they must stop. They speak a smattering of our tongue, and a primitive one of their own, which I have translator for,"<br/><br/>The paladin runs a finger along the map, indicating the largest cluster of red flags. "I have sent envoys to all major tribes I have learned of, often myself accompanying them. Sometimes we were hesitantly greeted, and I was able to use this opening to persuade them to join with us," he takes your hand in his, and places it on one of the smaller island, "Other times we were ambushed as we arrived, and they refused to listen to my warnings. I cannot find them, and do not have the numbers to properly cleanse the forests where they hide. But my soldiers are becoming adept at handling the terrain, and we can sometimes strike them in their camps,"