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At first, when he began with a meet with the man from Sagtannet, Rosalyn feared the worst.  He didn't seem injured when she cast her eye over him, but she remembered the silent tension within the man who had called upon their borders.  Perhaps Alarian's familiarity with him had spared him a similar fate, or perhaps it had all been nothing in the end.

 A parley.  Generally this was called to discuss terms, but the terms had been offered.  This was a truce, but it was also all Rosalyn had expected from the get go.  She let out a breath of annoyance.  Pure arrogance, to harass them in full, only to draw back and offer bare minimum decency as though it were a gift to be served.  

It's all we wanted from the start.  We never wanted to trespass.  She replied, obviously annoyed.  But then she softened some.  Thank you, for bringing the news.  I'm glad he did not attack, despite my feelings on empty threats.  If it had been meaningless all along, then all that was achieved was an uncomfortable rift between them and some sleepless nights.  She could live with it.

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