Lords of Creation in the Playground (IC)

[Darklady2831]

Cassandra, Taramonde, Deimos - The First Tree

Deimos frowns, shaking his head. His armour glitters in the light of the dream sun shining up through the branches as he looks to Taramonde. "What is your quarrel with Pernieth? Surely you would respect his right to protect his children, even if they are on another land. Would you not do the same for your children should they be endangered here?"

The King of Dust folds his arms, his sword sheathed and his shield strapped to his back. "Speak up, please. Without clarity, no agreement can be reached. And I assure you that brute force cannot solve a dispute such as this in any meaningful way."