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Get beneath the Mumakil, and take out it's legs with a nice big axe or battle hammer. Or take a leaf out of Rohan's book and chuck a spear into the driver.

The Consulate of the Burning Islands makes diplomatic overtures to Rohan, and begins landing a few patrols of troops in Gondor, prepared to aid Bront and his Khand warriors against the Gondorian remnants.

However, Talus, upon recieving a kingly welcome, is delivered the note that (I'm confused, are you in control of Umbar or Arandor, or are they the same thing now?) Shurtagul had ordered sent. "I see... a peace treaty?" He considered for a moment. "Prepare my boat for departure! Black Hammers (His elite guard) to me! We make for Umbar immediately! I wish to give them my response in person."

The boat made it's way quickly to the coast of Umbar, where they were intercepted by a medium sized warship.

"Hello!" The captain of the Umbarian ship called. "Who goes there?"

"I am Lord Tallus of the Burning Islands! I was asked here by your ruler to initiate peace talks."

"Oh, of course! We were told about you. Would you like me to escort you to the city of Umbar?"

"Thank you captain! But first, would it be out of line for me to inspect your ship quickly?"

The Captain was a little bit confused by this request, but it was best not to frustrate a king whom they were about to initiate peace talks with. He agreed to allow the King and his royal guards aboard.

The first thing the captain noticed was that the Dwarven king was clearly a paranoid man. There must have been twenty of those full-suited black armored Dwarves around their king!

The second thing the captain noticed was the flaming black hammer whizzing towards his face. He didn't notice too much after that.

An hour or so later, very near the city of Umbar...

A soldier entered Shurtagul's chambers.

"Milord, we found something of great interest. One of our boats just drifted to the harbor, mostly burnt. The blackened skeleton of one of the sailors was clutching this."

The soldier showed you a yellowed peice of fabric etched with the design of a smoking volcano.