Greetings, to all.

With all due respect to you, Diplomat Hingar, I believe the account you
posted has left out a few very important details. I wish to add those
for anyone who hasn't had the benefit of being present to see for
themselves the true nature of the "Summit" that took place earlier this
month.

I had my scribe present, as I was asked to keep notes. We all gathered,
there was a room FULL of people, of all walks of life who generally can
be found warring upon one another in some form or fashion for our
individual beliefs and causes ( a passionate people, we are), all came
together in that room in a state of peace for the sake of this summit
You called. I'd like it noted, that we were all fairly well behaved when
you arrived.

My scribe has been well trained in annotating very specific details so I
will simply allow her notes to be shown here---

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Resplendent in Imperial cerulean, Overlord Estan strides in from the
south.
A berserker of House Jydav strides quietly in from the south.
The Vertani diplomat Hingar strides into view.
Ready for action, a Vertani light infantry sergeant charges in from the
south.
The ground quaking beneath its charge, a mounted Earthsplitter on his
Gour
gallops in from the south.
A mage of House Feranki enters from the south.

Thompson places a finger on his lips and hisses, "Shhh!"

A massive, translucent hammer rises out of Hingar, a Vertani diplomat of
House Kortul's tattoo and smashes Gregg's magical shield.

A House Feranki mage pulls out a small box the size of a human fist,
shakes it, and throws it at Jarrel. On contact it explodes, burning him
horribly.

Jarrel takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his skin.

A massive, translucent hammer rises out of a mounted Earthsplitter on
his Gour's tattoo and smashes Dreas's magical shield.

Jarrel takes a drink from a cocobolo vial.

In a show of colossal strength, Overlord Estan whirls his sword quickly
overhead and brings the blade crashing down onto Hathrael.

Jarrel leaves to the south.

Hingar, a Vertani diplomat of House Kortul drives a massive fist into
Gregg's gut.

With a forceful twist of his torso, a Vertani light infantry sergeant
brings his shield around to smash Tapion in the head.

Tapion eats a mutton chop with obvious gusto.

A massive, translucent hammer rises out of a House Feranki mage's tattoo
and smashes Rennyn's magical shield.

Raising his sword high intimidatingly, a mounted Earthsplitter on his
Gour brings his weapon down onto him in a wide arc.

Lord of the Grump, Vinceres, Not Grumpy Just Lovable has left the area.

Tapion takes a drink from a zebrawood vial.

Hathrael, riding a mighty midnight charger, leaves to the south.

Gregg takes a drink from a pinewood vial.

Hingar, a Vertani diplomat of House Kortul slams a giant fist into
Gregg's face.

Grom leaves to the east.

Drawing his sword with a practiced flourish, Overlord Estan lunges
forward, piercing Tapion with the blade.

With a curt nod, Overlord Estan strides out to the up.
A berserker of House Jydav strides quietly out to the up.
Moving soundlessly despite his great size, the Vertani diplomat Hingar
leaves to the up.
Eyes roaming the territory, a Vertani light infantry sergeant leaves to
the up.
Bellowing thunderously, a bull-like Gour bears its mounted Earthsplitter
away to the up.
A mage of House Feranki leaves to the up.
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Now again, with all due respect, from the standpoint of everyone who was
present, in the announced location for the Summit, the Vertani people,
in fact YOU, threw the first punch. If something occurred PRIOR to the
Summit, we can hardly be held accountable.

Diamondesce Seir, individual, observer, representing none but her own
observations.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Glacian, in the year 385 AF.