I and my highest ranking officers were currently sitting in my tent looking quizzically upon the oddest messenger any of us had ever seen, especially when it pertained to diplomatic talks during war time; for ordinarily one would send more than one delegate, with a full host of honour guard and dressed in the finest regalia that could be afforded to the highly experienced diplomat who was tasked with such an important and sensitive matter, yet the man before us was nothing like this at all.
First of all he was utterly alone, without a single attendant accompanying him, I mean in the name of all the Gods, even Marius had that blue eyed boy with him when he arrived to talk with me after the battle of the Melting Mist Plains.
