[Baalz]

Oh ack, all this talk o' peace be turnin' me stomach. The boots of Man march to conquer the world, ye will all be under my sword eventually. All these proclamations of peaceful intent are but farts on the wind, I cannot conceive of the the next ascendant claiming the throne with his tail between his legs. Any wanting friendship with Man will earn it and be richer for it. Any seeking peace may buy it by bending a knee and offer tribute. You show weakness, goblin king. If you wish forbearance you will send what you can spare. If your gift is acceptable ye shall have the treaty ye wish.