Having read this treaty I decided after my initial outrage, not to post
a caustic retort alluding to the Antiochans that willingly aided the
forestals in their war. I decided not to mention the ice given by us to
their cause in regenerating the lands gutted by fires set by the same
demonic deluded blighted souls that reside behind Stavenns gates.

Instead, I have decided to negotiate a treaty as well.

I give Aryana's Spring, in its entirety, as well as the cleric Tomast,
the guardian that stands by its side to my dearest friend, Song. For
this she will forthwith award me 5 oatmeal cookies and a glass of milk.

I give the acre of woods outside of Caanae near the Modin to Jedit on
the condition that he promises to sweep my front doorstep twice daily at
noon and again at sunset for one week.

I give all feathers that fall onto the ground everywhere in the realm to
Lucian, that he might finally have a nice feather bed. In return he will
forge my weapons and armour for the rest of the month. I get dibs on the
nice ones.

I claim the raindrops that might fall from the clouds over Khandava as
now belonging to Khizan. In turn he will promise never to kick me again.

Oh, and the oceans. The ocean now belongs to Tahm ..because he is
getting old and needs a nice quiet occupation like fishing to idle away
his golden years. In turn he will promise to give me fresh fish each 7th
day of the week for Arcarn and myself to cook up for supper.

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Sinahr Elarien
Official Unofficial Treaty Designer of The Third House from The Left
Near The Tavern

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Artificium, in the year 459 AD.