Arao: Gogmurt, Parley

I listened to the druid's melancholic tale of the harpy -- the evil force manipulating and agitating these goblins to war. Seemed like a common thread suddenly appeared before all of us. I stepped forward unto the clearing and sheathed my axe.

"Druid, hear my parley!" I bellowed out in Common. "This harpy is a bad influence to your chief, is she not? Help us reach her, and we will try to remove her presence for you. The tallfolk do not wish any more bloodshed between your people and theirs."

I crossed my fingers, hoping my diplomacy would reach willing ears...