Treaties only extend so far as the want for power can be contained by the fear of retribution. Which I have never known to be long. [ Fenris huffs, bluff thoroughly called, and hoists his midsection up over the lowest branch, swaying there and making a face before dropping back to the ground.

He takes his greatsword off and leans it against the base of the tree, eyeing it longingly for a split second before beginning to climb again. He doesn't like being separated from his sword ok. His giant overcompensating sword. DON'T JUDGE HIM.

He makes it the rest of the way up eventually, but not without swearing up a storm, and he gives Iorveth the most disgruntled glower he can muster up when he gets there. You hand that vodka over right now mister!! ] Do you feel your point has been proven, then?