Silvertip Mountain [Meeting] Raise our pitchforks together

Sorrrrryyyy!!!

It appeared peace was the desired outcome and FitzDutiful nodded when he came to the realisation that this was where they were going and what they were going to do. It had been apparent, really, the moment his warrior princess had decided on peace, but he had listened to everyone else in turn. In fact the only one that seemed as upset as he was about the entire thing was Mason. Like father, like son, he supposed.

Still, there was a common consensus that they should all refresh their skills of sparring. At least that was going to be something good to come of it. He didn't want everyone to take up a mercenary trade - it wasn't necessary - but he wanted everyone's skills to be up to date and not too rusty. Steady had offered to teach those who wanted it.

Alastor wandered off and FitzDutiful realised this meeting had come to a natural end. With a smile he looked around at everyone; "It appears as though this is it. Peace we'll try for, but keep an eye on them. Ensure they don't trespass but please try your best not too trespass on their land too. They may not have fully claimed it yet but if they're serious they will attack anyone on sight."

With that said, he turned away. Not what he had hoped for, but logically it was the better idea. With a shake of his head he realised that by dropping his counsellor trade he had maybe lost more of himself than he had realised.