Fidmund was simply speechless with admiration. The Holy Grail Knight paused for a moment and then said, "Lord Laine, since merchants are our friends and the Margaret Knights are also our friends, who exactly are our enemies?"
"Our enemies?" Laine laughed, "Our enemies have always only been those rogue knights and those instigating vampires."
"Is this what diplomacy is?" Fidmund said with deep understanding, "Will Lord Laine try to avoid war through diplomatic means?"
"No, this only applies to humans, at most including Dwarfs and Elves." Laine shook his head and laughed, "If facing Chaos or Green Skin, I generally say much less, just one sentence."
"What sentence?"
"Your horse is dead, and then you can start the war."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Fidmund laughed heartily, and all the pent-up feelings of the past days dissipated: "I like this way of expressing."
"Alright, we've stayed outside long enough, it's time to go back and prepare."
"Hmm."
