There's a small shift in the atmosphere when he agrees: a soft hiss like a sigh from Lexoris, a straightening of one guard's shoulders. It's hard to say if they approve or they're just relieved to have decided what he is. They're too disciplined to give much away - or to lower their guard.

“Cease-fire,” echoes the Baroness, rolling the strange syllables over thoughtfully. There’s a rumble- it almost sounds amused – before she says, “Yes. Tell them I offer this. Their…” and she shifts into Eliksni for a moment, snarls a word Loki hears as something like light-thief,” …the ghoul that serves them lies defeated. My House stands strong. For now we keep Rehnarr’s laws. We fight with honor. But this... strength-time of Rehnarr ends soon. There will be no more torches. No law to keep Eliksni from humans. The gates of space will open again. Other ghouls will come to fight. More aliens. More beasts.”

Her lower hands tighten on the arms of her throne as she leans forward into the shadows, eyes burning cold and blue, those arching horns on her helm catching the golden light from above. The spear in her right upper hand crackles softly. “Let them all be bound to this peace. If they make war against House Winter, if they trespass on our territory, we will come for them.”