Maroboduus stands and asks permission to speak...

Kings, chiefs, elders,

My name is Maroboduus. As you may know, I am King Visimar's second son.
I am proud of my father and my tribe and I look forward to play an important role.
If you give me permission to speak like a worthy adult member of our great tribe, I will be able to help you.

When the elders, wise as they are, told me about our mighty tribe's history, I heard what our ancestors did more than 100 years ago.
They fought against the mighty Roman Empire and gained the land we *weeps* have to leave. Although I am eager to give those "Huns" what they deserve, I believe we should travel westwards and make those small tribes believe that we are the mightiest tribe in all Germania!

Maroboduus stops talking for a while. He leaves the tent to calm down. Then he returns to the council.

I am sorry I spoke to you like this. I believe we have to go to the west as soon as possible. We should send a scouting party; containing only the pride of our nation: our mighty cavalry. I suggest we send Duva, great be his name, south into Sarmatian and Gothic lands to talk about an alliance. This does not mean I'm a weakling; I do not hesitate to betray those tribes of inbred fools if they do not listen to our mighty will! We will be great again!

Maroboduus walks out of the tent without saying anything