Reconcilation?

In every world there is strife. For there to be peace, someone or some people have to pay the price. It isn't a trait or anything that makes people aggressive. It's just the thought or feeling that they are being miss treated.

—It's not fair that I have less than them. I deserve more than him, I worked more how is it fair for them to get more than me.

"back to the present"

—Hey! Why are you fighting!

—These people are our enemies, they are the ones who torture us for entertainment and wring us dry of our hard work, that man must be their accomplice!!

—CHARGE, make an escape route for the lady!!

—Not so quick you cunt!

—How dare you, you foul mouthed bastard talk to my lady in such a tone, I'll have your tongue for that!!

—See, this is their true face, this is them.

Aldo blasts everyone except the leaders of the two groups with a flash of sunlight. Stunning all of the people in place. Wizards are highly respected and as such even nobles will make sure not to offend them in fear of falling out with the wizards tower.

—Peace was never in consideration let alone an option, now listen to me and get your thoughts together so we can settle this in a peaceful manner like the civilized creatures we were blessed to be. Have I made myself clear! Now who amongst you will be the representative in these peace talks?

—Me and my lady will speak for our group.

An elegant women with shoulder-length brown hair and spotless heavy knights armor speaks as she and and elegant noble lady wearing a modest blue dress that seems to hot for the weather.

—Village chief and I will speak for our group!

A stout young man spoke out as he and a wizend oldman with grandfatherly-looks walked to the front seeming almost out of place in the exchange that just took place.

—My name and identity is guard captain of the Rozmera household, this is my lady Angela, future duchess of the house. If I may ask, what is your identification and alignment to the wizard tower of Kof.

Aldo ignored all of the guard captain's questions and remained silent as he looked over to the other group who spoke when they felt his gaze linger on them.

—I'm Klaut and this is our village chief, he is the most wize man among us and knows how to read and write.

—I'm John Silvers here with my retainer and caretaker Edith Golds. From what I've seen, the fight started because the villagers claim to have been oppressed and robbed of their hard earned grain unethically whilst the noble here seems to have taken this way because they are headed to Kof the city of wizards to get the help of wizard in removing a curse.

—H-huh, how did you know that.

—Th, that is the gist of it young man.

All of them were startled by Aldo's retelling, for without even asking them he knew information that they had at no point in the fight disclosed and understood the reasoning for the feued between them.

—The Rozmera household had no power this far in the south not even nobles would know their name let alone commoners who work the fields.

—But they attacked us without asking how were we supposed to have known..

—When I speak you are quiet, have I made myself clear mortals?

Aldo now John, spoke with an icy-tone his voice trembling in what Edith could identify as mock anger. Everyone trembled though Edith did so whilst trying to stifle her laughter.

—Ye-yes sir.

—As I said you are in the wrong for attacking the villagers without justification whilst the villagers are in the wrong for not asking for identification and pointing their weapons towards you. I judge you both as guilty, now each side may present their side of the argument. keep in mind that I will know when you lie.

—Sir we were never here to fight we just want the nobles to lower the taxes on us. Knowing we went after the wrong people we would apologize if they are willing to accept.

—Sir Silvers, we only ask that they see reason, they have injured many of my soldiers whilst their side only got some bruises, as my soldiers were ordered to use their scabbards to not spill any blood.

—Well the villagers indeed owe some compensation to the soldiers who.

—Sir we barely have enough to eat, how could we have anything to give?

—The villagers, yes, but you have much to lose village head. I said to speak the truth, what reason did the nobles give for them to rais the taxes, village chief?

—Because of the falling grain prices in the inner cities.

—There has been no such thing, you took the extra for your own pocket, knowing that a noble wouldn't come to the frontier for a small village like your's.

The villagers looked on the village chief with disbelief and anger bubbling to the surface, could what the stranger speak be truthfull, then what for have they left their family home hopefull.

—No one will lie in my presence, now as I've presided over this exchange, the village chief will begin with returning the villagers money and the villagers will be hosting the injured soldiers in their homes while the noble gets do their business in the city as pre-planned. Objections?

—My lady needs to have all of her guards protecting her we can't take orders from a strange...

—Great, me and my companion are headed the same way so let's share a ride.