The Baron wrestles the half eaten letter from the mouth of the Baronial hound, Melville. He scans the contents with a quizzical eye. He briefly picks up the spy report on Vesperian activity.
He then casts his eye over recent attempts to rectify the border.
Briefly he notes the clause stating Vesperian trade must not be blocked.
President Escaflowne,
I have hereby read over your terms and look forward to our meeting on the most holy day.
I await your written assurance that the tavern wench keeper and other assorted women will not be disruptive to our meeting.
*signed with a flourish*
Octiovus Von Richter