Stern is in his white robes looking like that of an abbey monk. A pair of Silk stoles, one blue rimmed with Blue sigils of his people and another one red rimmed with markings to that of Krom around his neck. Stern holds a simple brown clay tea cup on which he has etched the symbol of this land, of Shenling.
He approaches the Lords table. He bows respectfully.
“In this land there are many faiths, and we must honor them all. In these times I must pay respect to the Battles that have been fought. And to that, Krom does not win battles, he helps the deserving warrior win battles. War is fair in that it oppresses and aids all equally and that in any given battle, a mortal may be slain or become a great leader among his or her companions. It should not be feared, but seen as a natural force, the storm that civilization brings by its very existence. Arm all for whom battle is needful, even foes. Retreat from hopeless fights but never avoid battle. Slay one foe decisively and halt a battle quickly rather than rely upon slow attrition or the senseless dragging on of hostilities. Remember the dead that fell before you. Defend what you believe in, lest it be swept away. Disparage no foe and respect all, for valor blazes in all regardless of age, sex, or race. Krom looks with favor upon those that acquit themselves honorably in battle without resorting to such craven tricks as destroying homes, family, or livestock when a foe is away or attacking from the rear (except when such an attack is launched by a small band against foes of vastly superior numbers). Consider the consequences of the violence of war, and do not wage war recklessly. The smooth-tongued and fleet of feet that avoid all strife and never defend their beliefs wreak more harm than the most energetic tyrant, raider, or horde leader.”