Jy'aad ignored the wine, and remained standing. He was going to make his point.
"Well, aren't we impatient? Of course, though, I have been dallying, so I may as well cut to the chase. You want land, power, and a good future for your people, do you not? And, in order for that good future to be guaranteed, there are threats that need to be dealt with. Like it or not this army of southerners is a threat to your people, no matter how distant they seem. I can put an end to that, once and for all, on one condition. Now, before I continue, would you like to hear my terms?" He started, pacing around the room as he spoke. Grabbing another apple off of the fruit bowl, he tossed it to Oddr, a gesture of his people that Oddr was to speak.