A silver hawk flies into the council chambers, and lands on the place reserved for Tir... With a flash of light he changes into our envoy... He clears his throat, and says, "We have completed our conference, We The Land of the Tir do declare war on the feckless Tein. He throws down a gauntlet. Hostilities will begin next month. No one else need concern themselves with this matter, The other resident of this fine Isle is acting as a true ally. We request one thing from the council, This little Isle has room for just two races so please don't interfere with this little domestic house cleaning. Thank you for your cooperation.
