The messenger ran into the massive stone building in the center of Laconia so fast that he nearly tripped on the way in. He had the presence of King Vincent himself.

"My- my liege!" he panted, attempting to catch his breath. The whole court was staring at him, the king included.

"The Hudson-men, they're being invaded!"

"By whom?" King Vincent demanded. He had the King's attention now.

"The Motorlanders, they're mobilizing their troops and marching towards the Confederacy. The Confederacy is arming their people too"

Vincent's advisor whispered something to him. For many years, the Yankee tribes have lived as an oppressed minority within the Confederacy's borders. Their lands were stolen from them, and their kin were slaughtered to make room for people that spoke a foreign language across the Hudson. Vincent thought that this could be the beginning of a new opportunity. Vincent grunted and turned to the court.

"Lazarus!" he yelled. A small faced man walked out of the crowd of courtiers. He had long, brown braided hair. He was clearly no older than 18. Lazarus was a lowborn courtier from Laconia, who was trained by royal tutors for one purpose- diplomacy, to act as the representative of the Kingdom in foreign lands. Vincent gave the order for a small levy of men and a small boat to escort Lazarus to Antríot, the city of Motors.

The wind was in their favor for the journey. They were stopped by New England boats in the middle of the Hudson, but they disguised themselves as fisherman and were given passage. The ship eventually arrived in the great city of Antríot, or "Detroit" as the locals called it. The men rushed to the capital building. Lazarus handed a letter to the receptionist, signed by Vincent Mahonic himself. After reading the letter, the receptionist let the men enter the office of the President himself.

President Jackson was doing his everyday boring paperwork when the group entered through the door of his office. 6 soldiers, in 3 lines, the front of each line holding banners, with Lazarus in the front. Those banners were the flag of the Maineland, the symbol of house Mahonic, and the flag of Vincent's tribe, the Hushopids. Jackson looked up from whatever he was doing.

"I represent King Vincent Mahonic, king of the Maineland." Lazarus said. "He'd like to make some deals with you."