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A great horn blasts over the horizon, marking the entrance of a large possession of wood and bronze clad warriors wielding a large variety of hooks, axes, swords and clubs. 
 
Each and every one of them carries a massive shield whose bottom is studded in spikes of many varieties, at their spearpoint lies a relatively small warrior with an especially large pointer upon his back. Upon his head lies a helmet in the shape of a skull, partially bone and partially of a silver with a sheen of chrome. 
 
He gives the order to halt upon his men as a small procession of Dwarves, a lord and his elite guard approaches. The dwarven lord, standing like a muskrat to a midget looks up at the great figure, out of his small mouth he bellows words in his native dwarven tongue.
>Why in helms deep did you bring your pathetic buncha play pretends with you to this meeting. I thought we were negotiating trade not some pitiful war thought up in your oversized henge."
 
The symbian commander raises his chest and plants his war hook into the ground, behind his head his pointer looks over with a piercing glare.
>>The marching plan I just filed with the Temple lists me, my men, and my secondary commanders as attending this event, simply put these are my men and right behind me are my secondary commanders.
 
The dwarven lord inhales through his nostrils indicating a sense of accepting disapointment.
>You don't march too good, all yer men have poor posture and I could here you from my keep on the other side of the valley.
 
All the symbians remain silent.
>erm, tell me why do you wear that mask?
>>to show my loyalty to my people.
>is it one of your gods?
 
A shaken head is seen upon the head of the Symbian commander
 
The dwarven lord looks around, opens up a flask and essentially inhales the entire container of hard dwarven beer.
>So if you won't seem to budge on telling me why your here could you at least try to talk? Who even are you to walk on my land with an army?
>>we are nothing, we are the ground beneath your feet and the stars and sky. Nobody really cared who I was until I put on this sigil.
>>really we do not matter, only the plan of the temple matters.
>if i take of your precious sigil will you die?
>>it would be dreadfully painful if that is what you are looking for
>I would but you're a big guy
>>To you, yes, but to my men and my nation? The concept of me being a big guy is absurd.
 
>so was being caught in the sights of my many balistas and men over the hills part of your plan? Because how you speak makes it sound like your threatening me
>>Of course, your men refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to know what he told you about our plans.
 
Behind the lord lies the diplomat, and the diplomat receives his well earned glare from the lord and the diplomat then speaks: "I'm sorry I said nothing lord but you have to remember I was the one who recommended the encampments be the place we meet with the symbians."
>Why didn't you tell me?! I am your lord and you shall suffer for this transgression if this little plan you seem to have concocted fails!
>>he couldn't have told you
>what are your methods?
>>a trade secret, besides we need you healthy and alive