"He's dead, sire." "I see. What about Seer Pergitus?" "Dead, sire." "Negotiator Frink?" "Very dead, sire. They're still fishing pieces out of the moat, sire." "Hrm. Peacemaker Phonix?" "Ah, I believe he's dead too, sire." "Are you sure?" "Very sure, sire. His head was found inside his favorite horn, and inside the head, his lute." "So you are telling me that all our negotiators are dead?" "Yes, sire. Well, there's still Commander Bhaltair, sire." "No, no. He's a good tactician, but his idea of negotiation is to hold a sword to the other party's nose and start counting backwards. We […]