Ah, greetings once more. I’m glad you’ve arrived this evening. I’ve wanted to speak to you about the peace treaty. We don’t want a war, I’m sure you don’t as well.

The centaur spoke firmly, his tail swishing in slight annoyance. Nightmare wasn’t fond of speaking with others that weren’t in his tribe, and he was still learning to trust humans, which is why you were the diplomat.

How have the humans responded to that? Have they commented, or provided our part of the deal, since we have ours.