"Pray do let us keep our distance here, taking an aggressive stance accomplishes nothing." The scribe replies, "I fear you must be heavily uninformed, so allowed me to start from the beginning" he says as he starts messing with the scrolls and papers he had laid down on the ground between them.

"It is true that your people have marched on an 'enemy capital', if it weren't for the fact that the Couvernians can barely be called an enemy in the first place. You simply marched on a peaceloving nation's clays. These people are still fleeing as we speak, we Boldons have aided them to make sure none would be harmed: in return for our aid, we were granted the near-empty Couvernian clays as our own by the Couvernian king himself. Yet despite this, your people continued to march, still addicted to the call for blood no doubt, against Boldon clay: your ally's clay."

"You call us cowards as well, would there be any other insult you would like to throw in my general direction to no avail? We are not cowards, our actions have proven that we are not the cowards in this conflict. Your people could be called cowards due to your actions, the Couvernian people can be quite certainly be considered cowards according to their actions, but we Boldons are not cowards. Essentially your words are mere leaves in the wind: beautiful for a second, but ultimately meaningless."

"Pray forgive me, but the facts point that your people were the aggressors in this conflict. It is true that your clays might now be attacked, but that is merely because your so called 'honour' amounts to nothing the moment any kind of opposition is met." The scribe states as he bows, "Your people claimed the right to attack Couvernian lands in the name of your 'honour', yet when we openly declared our intentions after your intended attacks on our clay your people fled back to your own clays to wait us out. There hasn't been a single moment of honour in your people's actions."