A large fellow enters, bearing the colors of Denmark. By his build it is easy to recognize he was obviously a warrior once, but age has replaced most of his muscles with fat. The ashen hair covering his scalp is in disarray, as his full beard of the same color is tangled up, still soiled by bits of a recent meal. His once sharp eyes look around aimlessly, before focusing themselves on each of the representatives. After a few moments he turns to a smaller, bony man, carrying a stack of stained paper. He takes one of the sheets and glances at it for an instant before reading its contents out loud.

Great kingdoms of the Baltic,

I, King Knud of Denmark, wish to extend the hand of friendship to any who wishes to grasp it. Already, I have agreed to an non-aggression pact with the Holy Roman Empire and would wish to do the same with the Teutonic Order and the Republic of Novgorod. If a spirit of friendship and understanding is reached, then I may even be willing to discuss the possibility of an alliance.

Regarding the conflict between the Teutonic Order and Lithuania, I declare my kingdom neutral.

Finally, I wish to welcome any merchants who desire to trade in the kingdom of Denmark, but they should bear in mind that all honey inside my borders is reserved for Danish merchants only!

Upon finishing the short letter, both men take their seat at the table reserved for the Danes.