11-02-2015, 08:33 PM
Kronk accepted his king’s gift with an honored, reverent silence. He nodded solemnly, even as the feeling of unworthiness washed over him. He had done very little to deserve those wings, and what he had tried to accomplish had yet to prove fruitful. Still, he would accept them, and he would spend his time endeavoring to deserve them.
He listened to Mast, and then to Magnus, as the others gathered. They were, it appeared, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Kronk knew how he wanted to proceed, but it would appear they would need to be patient. They would need to bide their time. Finally, Kronk spoke, wishing he had something more concrete to add.
“I’m sorry to say I have to disappoint you, Magnus. My visit to the Falls went about as well as you would expect. They told me to come back when we had the Deserts, Amazons or Dale pledged to our cause.” Kronk smiled wryly for a moment. It was not the worst thing they could have told him. They couldn’t have told him to go away and never come back.
“The Amazons have made their decision, so it would appear that list has been shortened to the Deserts or the Dale.” Kronk considered again, trying to piece together snatches of diplomacy and of tact that floated in and out of his mind.
“I agree with Magnus, we need to build from within, and we should do so with the idea of making the Gate’s a haven. That being said, Tiberios is not going to easily give us access to the Falls’ healing waters. We would need to make a trade.” Kronk considered for a moment. Perhaps sending someone to serve in the Falls would be sufficient. However, did they have anyone to spare? He shook his head.
“We’re exposed without allies. But, perhaps this isn’t a chicken or egg situation. We could build from within while continuing to look for support.” Their kingdom was growing, slowly and surely, but growing. They needed to recruit and then they needed to train those recruits. After a pause, Kronk looked to Mast, a solider waiting for orders.
He listened to Mast, and then to Magnus, as the others gathered. They were, it appeared, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Kronk knew how he wanted to proceed, but it would appear they would need to be patient. They would need to bide their time. Finally, Kronk spoke, wishing he had something more concrete to add.
“I’m sorry to say I have to disappoint you, Magnus. My visit to the Falls went about as well as you would expect. They told me to come back when we had the Deserts, Amazons or Dale pledged to our cause.” Kronk smiled wryly for a moment. It was not the worst thing they could have told him. They couldn’t have told him to go away and never come back.
“The Amazons have made their decision, so it would appear that list has been shortened to the Deserts or the Dale.” Kronk considered again, trying to piece together snatches of diplomacy and of tact that floated in and out of his mind.
“I agree with Magnus, we need to build from within, and we should do so with the idea of making the Gate’s a haven. That being said, Tiberios is not going to easily give us access to the Falls’ healing waters. We would need to make a trade.” Kronk considered for a moment. Perhaps sending someone to serve in the Falls would be sufficient. However, did they have anyone to spare? He shook his head.
“We’re exposed without allies. But, perhaps this isn’t a chicken or egg situation. We could build from within while continuing to look for support.” Their kingdom was growing, slowly and surely, but growing. They needed to recruit and then they needed to train those recruits. After a pause, Kronk looked to Mast, a solider waiting for orders.