Short and sweet:
I'm disgusted by the fact almost all of you seem to feel a need to befriend your enemies and chat idly in saccharine conference with those against whom you should be drawing swords. There were days not too long ago when being a Mercinaen, Thakrian, Parrian or even Silverfallian meant something other than the shape of your flag and the size of your ego. It seems that this time has passed.
To those with a shred of sense in this matter, I urge you to reignite your national pride instead of breaking bread with those who will knock down your gates and smile in your face while they do so.
Elmaethor, god of the stars
Written and shown unedited exactly as rendered by text based game bulletin board on Avalon Online RPG and by my hand on the 28th of Skyelong, in the year 1394.