Your son comes home one night, scratched, bloody, and covered in mud. He comes to you shakily and utters one sentence: "Dad, the forest folk said to tell you that the ancient truce will no longer be honored." The reality of the situation washes over you, so you say in response: "Son, the truce was merely a formality, created for their protection. If they want a war, then a war they shall have."All Rights Reserved