Dual Alliances: DJ Diplomatic Thread.

[Thanatos Eclipse]

An older Greek man grunts at the Englishman's self-righteous speech, but upon seeing the glares permeating from the Egyptian dignitary, he just sits back and grins. After Djibril was done tearing into Englishman, the Roman assistant from before moves to speak, but the old Greek motions for him to sit down, then address the court himself. Pointing towards Djibril, the old Greek says in a rough grizzled voice,

"I've got to say I like this guy, he's got spirit; which is more then I can say about that lifeless money bag the English sent. Merchants don't belong in a diplomatic court, let alone a house of God. Merchants are swindlers and thieves, and if it wasn't for their festering and infectious greed, old soldiers like me could have lived peaceful lives as farmers; but I digress."

The old Greek stands up from his seat, grabs his cane and begins to walk around the room,

"You ask why Constantinople does not shine her light and guide your people?"

The old Greek grunts a laugh,

"Even I am not old enough to remember the last time Catholicism looked to Constantinople for anything. Do you not have a Pope, our gracious host, to guide your flocks now? And what of your Crusade; why should we care?"

When he gets no immediate response, the old Greek continues,

"You Catholics have it all wrong; it's not about your beliefs, or their beliefs, or even ours. There is no you, them, or us; we are all Gods children. We may not agree on how to rejoice his gloriousness, but we all believe in the one true God. Greece has always been a crossroads between the east and west, and as such we have developed an understand and acceptance of our neighbors; and we encourage other to as well. As for the Sicilians, I never met one that didn't rub me the wrong way, but I doubt the Emperor is going to war just because one of them looked at him wrong. Now, if you're really serious about looking for a big brother, why not fall under the wing of the mighty French King; you know, as long as you don't mind killing Christians. Maybe you should spend more time getting to know your own neighbors and less speaking of that which you know not!"

Arriving back at is seat, the old Greek sits down. Grasping his cane in front of him, he raises his head towards the Englishman. Nostrils flaring and knuckles white from their tight grasp on the cane, the old Greek continues,

"On top of all that, you, scum of the earth merchant, have the nerve to accuse my Lord of FOLLY?!! The Emperor may not be bothered with the likes of you but I'll come over there and beat you with my cane if you don't apologize right now."