Liland's hoof stomp and all his words that followed told the story. The Fjors would not budge of his ideals just as the Adnalusian Warsaw demanded his own. Two stallions displaying their romance was classic, but this was the first time he was really seeing someone go against Warsaw. "Your wants are not unreasonable Liland, but unfortunately, you do not describe the type of government Warsaw wants to have. I will let Warsaw know what you have said, but I'm afraid he will not agree to your terms."

He realized he forgot an important part that came with negotiations. Neither of them introduced themselves which is how this was supposed to start, but Liland had jumped right into business. That was okay, but Requiem didn't wish to appear rude even if this stallion might not be his neighbor in the future. He didn't want unnecessary enemies, but being the son of Warsaw would not save him from that."I wish this could have gone better for our herds." His head dips in a slight bow. "My name is Requiem, Warsaw's current right-hand man. I apologize for not introducing myself before our discussion started."

Half of his mouth curls up in a smile, but he didn't want the situation to seem like it was all good in his eyes. He would rather Liland swallow his pride and give the older stallion who has owned the Inlet the last three years with no one occupying the Bay. Warsaw was the more dominate by rights and Requiem would stand by him and help him reach his goal in whatever way he could. "I wish you and your herd luck, Liland. I will take my leave to let Warsaw know your answer." He gives another quick bow of his cream-colored skull before turning and trotting back towards the Inlet where he would find his father.