There aint no peace to be had for as long as ya support 'em deep dwarves.
Ya know this, we know this. No amount of 'critical points' ya try to make up
gonna change anything.

Lets look at 'em anyway, tho':

Ya claim yer city drove the alliance to the brink, but thats a kinda funny way of seeing 'em things.
Yer 'victory' came at the very tail end of a series of 'em skirmishes in which y'all mostly died.
Its true ya got yer grubby hands one of 'em caravans, but it aint like ya were even competent
'nough to make away with all the plunder, so yer boasting 'bout scrabbling away with a few of 'em
half-empty bags at /best/.

As for 'em truces, ya paint the picture ya wanna sell, but it aint the one we gotta buy.
Since we are all doing some imaginings, here's mine:
Long before 'em last words are put to parchment ya will be made to kneel,
and kneeling is how ya gonna see this war ended.

Yer right, tho'. Ya definitely looking a lil distracted, what with 'em jelly things that keep butchering yer citymates.
Aint blame ya for wanting to focus on 'em, but again, ya have all 'em cards to duck out of this game.
Just gotta renegue on yer stupid alliance with 'em stupid dwarves.


Or don't, and keep painting yerself some pretty lies 'bout how this all's gonna end.

-Myr

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 24th of Omeian, in the year 4 AC.