Story Quests/World 4: Fang Canyon/At Looong Long Last!
Defeated, the king appoints Albert his regent, giving him full-command of peace negotiations. The party start heading hack to the catfolk village to seal the deal.
King of Dogfolk: No! NO! Unhan- *cough* Unhand... me...
Light: Nimbus, let him go!
King of Dogfolk: Wretch... You- *cough* You should have DIED... long ago!
Nimbus: ...
Nimbus: You deal with him, Claw.
Claw: Your Highness, we've no intentions on your life, I assure you.
King of Dogfolk: You think I'll believe that? Now?
Claw: We mean no harm to you or your subjects. This is precisely why we stand before you, asking for a truce! Let there be peace!
Claw: Sir Albert, if you would be so kind.
Albert: Very well. You can keep your throne. However, I shall assume full command over the upcoming peace negotiations.
Claw: For the prosperity of your people, and for your long and continued rule, there must be peace. What say you, Your Highness?
King of Dogfolk: ...The catfolk shan't be so quick to forget that day, twenty odd years ago. The prince speaks of peace now! But for how much longer?!
Nimbus: What're you so afraid of?
Nimbus: Their king died tryin' to end the war. Honor his wishes, and the catfolk'll probably forgive you.
Nimbus: Now sit your ass in that fancy chair and cooperate, got it?
King of Dogfolk: ...I appoint Albert as my regent, and... And bequeath unto him all command over peace negotiations with the catfolk.
Canid Guards: Albert's done it! He's gone and done it!
Albert: Yes, with your aid. Thank you.
Albert: Take him away. Gently, now.
Canid Guards: Sir, yessir!
Claw: Nimbuuus! You did it, man! You were so cool! That was AWESOME!
Claw: Man, you gave me goosebumps at the end there.
Nimbus: Run your mouth all you want. I'm not fallin' for it.
Alk: Pff, now THAT'S convincing.
Claw: Either way, we owe you, dude. Peace talks are a go, no one got hurt, and Al avoided a trip to the dungeons. So yeah! Life is good.
Albert: Nimbus. Light, Stella, and Alk. Allow me to extend each of you my deepest gratitude. With this, the dog and catfolk are saved!
Albert: Could we ask you to lend us your aid but a little longer?
Light: For what?
Claw: To go tell the rest of the catfolk! Now Al's in charge of negotiations, we've just gotta get him to the village and work out a treaty.
Claw: Then, at long, long, looong long last... the war will be officially over!