"Esteemed delegates." One of the Guild representatives have briefly glared at the people present, taking the word as, apparently, it was their turn. A specific metallic sound could be heard from underneath the gloves each time she moved her hands, even a little. "My name is Rebecca Morales, and i, along with my colleague, is here on behalf of the Independent Miners Guild. Courtesy of the consul Riley have brought us aboard this conference, and we have high hopes of revitalising the relations and closing the gap that have formed between some of the present parties and the Guild. Excluding, maybe, the Maltese, but that's a discussion for the later time. As of now..." Morales took a brief moment of hesitation, exhaled, and resumed her speech. "The Independent Miners Guild, represented by this delegation, hereby acknowledges the present Gallic delegation and the provisional government as the legitimate successors of House Gallia."
Peace, being the distant dream it is, comes inevitably, and goes hand in hand with justice.
Cursed be the war.