Public Fundraising Event on Lujo

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Spoiler: ooc

An event on a summers day to raise money for a charity. Events in a yacht club and two moored yachts including one which is adults only for gaming. With a friendly unDMed auction in the afternoon

With the galaxy seemingly in a never ending turmoil, the Kobitana Foundation, headed up by the young teen's mothers seemed in great demand and the pair of them were hugely busy. Unfortunately, such is the way of things, every mission required significant funding. The Galactic Alliance provided a generous charitable grant and the personal wealth of the Kobitana inheritance, funnelled into high return investments provided for a great deal. But it was never enough for a hungry galaxy and the foundation looked to wealthy benefactors who could make up the shortfall.

This was the reason for the gathering in Beshnia Alpha the beautiful capital of the world of Lujo, Fallon's home, situated close to the galactic core. The girl looked around as she walked, she wore a fine white dress and the head jewellery that was popular and in fashion on her planet.

Fallon looked older than her years dressed like this, and very much like her mother Tiresh, it was a stark contrast to her more functional Jedi attire that she wore when on Ashlan Insurgency missions. "Welcome to Beshnia Senator" she said to a large man, greeting him, as instructed by her parents. "If you follow the short sea front walkway you shall find the yacht club where the event is taking place, please enjoy our hospitality and give generously." she beamed with a smile that finally showed her young age.

The club and two moored yachts would provide the venue, with one of them filled with a variety of gambling and other gaming entertainment, she was not allowed in there as it was adults only, but she had assured her twin brother Stephan Draellix-Kobitana , that she would be having a little look around aboard before the charitable auction began in the mod afternoon. She had helped her mother arrange the brochure and the lots were lovely ranging from small recreational vehicles, through cruises, evening meals with various local celebrities and the grand lot, a small villa nestled away on a secluded beach in Lujo. The next guests were arriving and Fallon continued to greet them. As much as she enjoyed being this face, the girl wanted to go and explore and hopefully find some mischief.

She smiled at the next guest "Welcome..."

 

[Stephan Draellix-Kobitana]

Tags: Fallon Draellix-Kobitana and open

The young man walked briskly up the walkway from the direction of the yacht club, though doing his best to keep up his form and posture just how mothers had always instructed him. Chin held high, he gave off a sense of confidence and composure. At least that is what he believed to be the case. Onlookers might interpret him as a young man attempting to fill big shoes. But surely they would be gracious with their assessment. He was only a teenager after all.

He nodded elegantly at the guests as they passed, being sure to make each one feel as welcome as possible, although he was sure that sis would be doing a good enough job at that. When she wasn't up to her mischief, she was very accommodating.

Finally he found the place he was intending to end up: Standing presentably beside his twin sister, Fallon Draellix-Kobitana . Although, the wind had rustled his hair in his scurry. A hand quickly swept through it, pulling it back into place except for a few stragglers.

Stash was wearing a very fine outfit, befitting of his class and stature: A white dress suit embroidered with golden trimmings. It made him puff out his chest a bit more than usual.

"Mother had something come up." He said softly in his rather mono-tone voice. He spoke to his sister, without looking at her and continuing to smile and greet their noble guests. "She was wondering if you could start the auction for her. Here's her notes." He stuffed a piece of parchment into her hand subtly. "Not that you'll go off of it anyways. At least I tried." A subtle smirk crossed his lips with a hint of judgement.

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Beshina Alpha, Lujo
Outfit

Damian tugged at his cape to keep himself quite covered, he assumed that the change of seasons would keep him warm. Despite it all, he somehow continued to feel rather cold, even as he kept his brisk walk and headed towards where many guests were heading. His donations were significant, he knew he represented more than just himself but the Nobles of Teta wherever he walked. And can’t forget that the Royal Mining Guild also expects me to donate a more personal amount. Appearances, that lone word echoed all around Damian’s mind as he loosened his grip to his cape and let them rest on either side of him.

I can't let wrinkles appear on this outfit, remember Damian.

He approached closer and noticed two identical looking people, Damian couldn’t place a name on them but the woman was acting as the host as she welcomed the arriving guests. Damian reached them and he bowed to both of them with practiced motions.

“Greetings, I am Senator Du Couteau.” Damian said softly, “-If you don't mind, can you tell me where will the Auction be taking place?” He moved his arms beneath his sleeves and held them slightly below his chest. His hands perfectly hidden, his slight fidgets lost beneath the fabric of his outfit while Damian’s eyes danced between the twins and the beach around them. If was going to be held on a yacht, that'll be a first for me, a ship floating on water.
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|| Fallon Draellix-Kobitana | Stephan Draellix-Kobitana ||​

 

[Rulonom Laborr]

// LOCATION //: Beshnia Alpha :|: Lujo
// OBJECTIVE //: Donate to the Commoners
// TAGS //: Damian Du Couteau Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Stephan Draellix-Kobitana
// THEME //: FEDERATION //: MARCH

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D I R E C T O R _ G E N E R A L

A fundraiser...

It was unnatural for the Trade Federation of Planets to give money away instead of hoarding it for their own various operations stretching across the galaxy ranging from war profiteering the Alliance-Enclave Conflict to spice shipments for the Hutt Cartel, to even giving an economic lifeline to the Sith Order so that they may thrive despite their infighting tendencies. All of these efforts to gain influence in the galactic powers was merely a survival tactic meant to insure that whatever happen to the galaxy and whomever ruled it would give them a seat at the table, be they democratic or despotic in nature. Charity Organizations such as the Kobitana Foundation would prove useful in their efforts to rebuild the galaxy once conflict was over, as you could not exploit the people if they ended up dying from lack of basic supplies.

The Director-General Rulonom Laborr, Former Senator of Skako would move from the landing platform where his shuttle had been parked and guarded towards the yachts which were hosting the event. He saw a familiar friend from the circus that was the Alliance Senate, although long having resigned to let Herwig Grimminger take the position as he was more politically inclined. Senator Du Couteau had been a solid supporter of the Tithe Administration when they were in power so long ago, and perhaps they could find solid ground during the event.

"HERWEEEEROOOO....It seems the many years in the senate have started to take a toll on your directional equipment. Senator Du Couteau." Came the voice of the Skakoan in basic droid monotone, adjusting the suit nob to prevent it from squeaking and squealing again.

 

[Mig Gred]

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Tags: Rosalind Carter Rulonom Laborr Damian Du Couteau Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Stephan Draellix-Kobitana

Mig watched from the bridges as one of his clan's Influunt-class corvettes, fitted for both cargo and a slightly nicer passenger experience while taking some advantage of the aquatic area around them if needed. A few things he wanted to offer for the auction. Couple of droids, some art a few member of his clan and aruetii'aliit donated for this. Stuff like that. His main worry was if the Enclave would be after him for this one, mostly the young bloods that honestly scared him with old memories. Still he put it to the back of his mind as he walked back down to the living area to find Rosa.

He'd taken her in, and hoped she'd enjoy this event. He'd knock, looking at the door. "Rosa? You ready?" When they were both ready he'd lead the way to where the yachts were for this. A bit fancy for the Concord Dawn born and raise Mandalorian, but he'd take it over a lot of other places. At least the boat part was similar to living in the fleet. He'd look at the others there, giving a nod as an introduction.

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Tags: Stephan Draellix-Kobitana Damian Du Couteau Rulonom Laborr Mig Gred

Her brother, looking as well dressed as her, walked up and stood next to her, she gave him a sweet glance as she was obviously busy. Stephan Draellix-Kobitana told her the news about the auction and slipped her the notes.

"Not that you'll go off of it anyways. At least I tried."

"Parchment? Seriously" she giggled a little, trying to remain demure and official, but also giving her brother a look that said she knew he was right, but she'd get him later for saying so. "Well, I suppose I'll have to won't I." she shrugged, it wasn't that she minded, she just didn't like to be told what to do by her younger brother. In truth neither of them had ever been told who was born first, but she knew she was the eldest, she didn't know how, but she just knew.

"Senator!" she said loudly with the feigned diplomatic exciting that their mother had them practice. She bowed graciously to Damian Du Couteau of Empress Teta, she didnt actually know him, but he was a generous benefactor so she would behave and greet him well. "Its wonderful to have you here, My brother has just informed me that I shall be going to thw auction house myself soon if you would like to escort me there." she turned round the Skakoan delegate and his IDs appeared on her retina as her implant registered that she did not know his name. "And Director General Laborr, it is a pleasure to meet you too, I have only heard of you from your reputation."

She turned briefly as Rulonom Laborr introduced himself to his old collegue. --"Feel free to step in for meet and greet, brother"-- she quietly said to her brother in Lujian.

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Rosa wasn't exactly sure what to think right now. A big event like this sounded exciting, but also kinda nerve-wracking. She had never been to anything like this before, not that she actually had the chance really.

The thought of seeing what all it had to offer was definitely something to look forward to. Not to mention seeing all the different people, the amount of foods they probably had and whatever attractions. Then there was the downside. All the people. Rosa tended to get nervous in large crowds. Considering most of her known life has been hiding from certain people who just wanted to use her as a lab experiment. So, reasons.

A knock at the door got the young teens attention. Hurrying over, she opened the door and was greeted by Mig Gred . "Yeah, I'm ready."

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Beshina Alpha, Lujo
Outfit

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What fortunate timing. Damian often wondered what the Force did in the galaxy and often asked how the Force determined when to give him good luck. But before he could respond, he paused as a familiar voice called out to him by name.​

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Damian turned his attention to the droid-like voice, his eyes identified the former Senator Laborr and turned his body to face the Director. With a respectful bow, “Director, a pleasure to see you once again.” Damian began as he turned his body again. ​

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“I do not have the luxury of software updates, but instead I rely on the good nature of others.” Damian responded.​

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It hasn’t been that many years, unless he thinks I’m my father. Which caused Damian to wonder if droids considered children simply as firmware updates of the original parent. Is Laborr more cybernetic than I originally thought? Damian mused silently. Back when the Director was still a Senator, their dealings were quite cordial if not a bit too transactional. Even as the Corporatist Party's influence wanned, their mannerisms persisted despite it all. ​

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“It would be an honour,” Damian answered, though it would be more like him being escorted but it was all the same in the end. He approached the young lady offering to guide him to the Auction House, “If I may also have the pleasure of knowing your name.” ​

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Can’t appear to be rude now Damian, appearances always matter. ​

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|| Fallon Draellix-Kobitana | Stephan Draellix-Kobitana | Rulonom Laborr | Mig Gred | Rosalind Carter ||​

 

[Stephan Draellix-Kobitana]

Fallon Draellix-Kobitana said:

"Parchment? Seriously"

The boy shrugged rather innocently as his cheeks flushed a bit red. "Mother needed her datapad!" He was a bit of an old soul it seemed, incredibly fascinated with older technologies such as parchment and quills. The smell of old parchment wrapped in leather binding was truly divine. Sis did like to poke fun at him about it, and he was aware that his methods were a tad… outdated.

Stash smiled warmly and greeted Damian Du Couteau as he approached, offering only his name as Fallon picked up the rest of the conversation. He then welcomed Rulonom Laborr as well.

Fallon Draellix-Kobitana said:

"Feel free to step in for meet and greet, brother"

He nodded, continuing to stand in position with a smile plastered permanently across his face, ready to continue to greet the new comers, of which he had just witnessed another starship landing in the space port.

Mig Gred and Rosalind Carter would find Kobitana Foundation representatives present at their landing bay, ready to assist with transferring their goods to the auction with land vehicles, as well as a passenger transport speeder to bring them to the fundraiser.

 

[Mig Gred]

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Tags: Rosalind Carter Rulonom Laborr Damian Du Couteau Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Stephan Draellix-Kobitana

Mig smiled at Rosa giving her a quick pat on the shoulder. "Alright. Let's get going then, ad (kid)." As they'd get on the passenger transport, the Mandalorian would look back over to the teen, seeming to figure she was a bit nervous. He didn't take long to think before speaking up. "Don't worry. Should be just as safe as Taanab. I know it might be hard, but try to relax." Once the transport had arrived, he would lead the way, seeing the young man he assumed was the greeting everyone.

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Rosa tagged along after Mig. They were safe, she was safe, there was no one here looking for her or would recognize her. Actually there hadn't been signs of anyone looking for her or even a single word of the lab that created her. Maybe they didn't think she was worth the time.

She stepped off the transport, trying to keep all those positive thoughts in her mind. Her haze landed on a young man who seemed to be greeting all the arrivals. That was a job she was glad she didn't have. He was definitely dressed the part, a fact that wasn't up for debate. Much better than her and her heeled boots and a simple blue dress. Then again she wasn't exactly a fashion person. Running and hiding for a few months on top of living in a lab didn't exactly give her a sense for it.

Mig Gred Stephan Draellix-Kobitana Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Rulonom Laborr Damian Du Couteau

 

[Stephan Draellix-Kobitana]

Mig Gred Rosalind Carter

As the two guests approached, Stash bowed respectfully, his implant scanning for information on them that might be in the database. They did not appear to be senators or anyone he himself was familiar with. The girl looked as if she might be the same age as himself, and the older man had definitely seen some war, judging from the markings on his face. He wondered if he was her father?

"Welcome to Lujo!" He exclaimed, "And thank you for your contributions…" His eyes looked out at the transports that were now making their way past them and on towards the auction site. "My name is Stephen Draellix-Kobitana, representative of the Kobitana Foundation and of my family. May I have the pleasure of your names?"

Stash was using every bit of the proper etiquette his mothers had drilled into him from an early age. He liked her dress… it was very pretty. But he was careful to keep his eyes from lingering on her too much, especially if this was her father! Don't want to make a negative impression, after all.

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Tags: Stephan Draellix-Kobitana Damian Du Couteau Rulonom Laborr Mig Gred Rosalind Carter

“If I may also have the pleasure of knowing your name.”

She blushed, forgetting a key point of introduction. "Its Fallon Draellix-Kobitana, and this is my brother." she gestured to Stephan Draellix-Kobitana As he described their positions as representatives to the foundation and family, she held a similar role, but he was much more politically inclined as her Jedi training took up much of her time.

She turned to walk alongside Damian Du Couteau toward the harbour where the ships were moored, it was very warm today and she lightly fanned herself with the itinerary document she held in her hand. "The foundation is currently doing a lot of work on systems to the east. Many of our charitable associated have focused south due to the Mandalorian invasions, but there is much to do in the east as the Sith push people out old Ashlan space." she spoke softly to the Senator as they walked, she wondered what it would have been like growing up in Ashlan space, but that oppurtunity had eluded her, but she loved her home dearly. The boats along the Quay bobbed gently as they walked and the young teen kept greeting and tipping her head to other dignitaries, many of whom she had never met but were associated with their mothers.

"The main event of the auction is a beautiful property that I helped my mother pick out, you should bid on that." she grinned mischievously, clearly trying to stoke the fires for the future event.

 

[Lucas Gracin]

Tags: Open

Standing on the bow of the yacht, Lucas couldn’t help but take in a deep breath of the fresh sea air and feel somewhat at odds with himself. Centuries ago, the very thought of the ocean’s open expanse would have terrified him. A place without trees or verticality... he have fought fang and claw to avoid such an outing. Now, about half a century free from his imprisonment, the Senator of Veradune could think of nothing as peaceful as such an open space. It was freedom incarnate.

The cause that brought him here was also something to feel good about. The Valde’s efforts of expanding Veradune’s generosity were perhaps too often linked to the wars that tore the galaxy asunder. But when a man’s company sold guns and soldiers, what better way to make a difference than to sell them to the side you believed in? But there were still causes that required something other than weaponry. Vulpesen had taken a group of wilders to help kashyyk and now he had sent Lucas with the combined coinpurse of Veradune and the Vitae Security Forces to make a difference here.

In preparation for the fund raiser, Lucas had picked out one of his more ornate suits, the gold and blue design bearing a striking resemblance to a military uniform. As always, his hair was neatly combed and his beard trimmed to perfection. Diplomacy, in his experience, was all about appearances. As such, the Excelsus did his best to always put his best foot forward with first impressions.

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Beshina Alpha, Lujo
Outfit

Damian bowed his head as Fallon introduced herself and her brother. As their walk continued he looked around, attempting to discern who was who, which was far more difficult than Damian first realized. Auctions often produced unique individuals and it continued to prove to Damian just how much wealth existed. For that reason these kinds of events exist for Charities, the expenses for relief missions were quite high.

Fallon explained further where these credits were heading and while it was important to fund aid and assistance, There’s only so much credits can do on its own. . .Maybe we need to increase the Defense Fleet. . . Sith, Mandalorians and Imperials. . . but those thoughts trailed on to sleepless nights of seemingly endless Senate Hearings as his fingers began to fidget against his pants. Thankfully Damian’s mind returned to the present when Fallon brought up an interesting insight of one of the auction’s listings.

“Property and real-estate is an important interest of mine,” Damian acknowledged, “-I promise to bid quite high.” I can’t guarantee I’d win, but I also can’t leave here empty handed. He had appearances to keep up from the Nobles back on Teta.

“Pardon the intrusive question, but have you always assisted in your foundation’s events?” It was rare for Damian to be escorted by a scion from an important family. Especially if the foundation is named after said family. It was going to be an interesting day after all.
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|| Fallon Draellix-Kobitana ||​

 

[Rulonom Laborr]

// LOCATION //: Beshnia Alpha :|: Lujo
// OBJECTIVE //: Donate to the Commoners
// TAGS //: Damian Du Couteau Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Stephan Draellix-Kobitana Mig Gred Rosalind Carter
// THEME //: FEDERATION //: MARCH

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D I R E C T O R _ G E N E R A L

There was silence for a time as eyes scanned around the yacht from behind armored googles at each guest and dignitary that had arrived to attend the fundraising event hosted by the Kobitana Foundation. There was the typical group such as bankers and investors, military officials from the various major powers such as the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Order for example, and a host of other exotic aliens who had power and influence on their own controlled fiefdoms. A diverse lot but none of them could say that they had more wealth nor power than the Trade Federation of Planets.

she turned round the Skakoan delegate and his IDs appeared on her retina as her implant registered that she did not know his name. "And Director General Laborr, it is a pleasure to meet you too, I have only heard of you from your reputation."

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Fallon Draellix-Kobitana. I look forward to supporting the foundation during these troubling times." A simple response coming from the skakoan but not insignificant to most observers, as the Director-General was well known for being driven by greed and profit margins. Each word of support was likely massed behind a similar promise to someone else.

“I do not have the luxury of software updates, but instead I rely on the good nature of others.” Damian responded.It hasn’t been that many years, unless he thinks I’m my father. Which caused Damian to wonder if droids considered children simply as firmware updates of the original parent. Is Laborr more cybernetic than I originally thought? Damian mused silently. Back when the Director was still a Senator, their dealings were quite cordial if not a bit too transactional. Even as the Corporatist Party's influence wanned, their mannerisms persisted despite it all.

"I certainly agree, Senator Du Couteau. With the Alliance-Enclave War spreading from system to system we will need to reply on certain reputable people to uplift the hearts and minds of the citizens." These words were also a bit double meaning as maintaining morale was important for supporting a war effort, specially if you were a war profiteer selling war materials to both sides of the conflict to keep it going.

The pair gradually departed from sight down one of the many pathways to converse amongst themselves, and so the Director-General was left to himself for the time being. The auction was the most important function of the fundraising event as great prizes and materials could be gained for a measly 50,000 credits, simply chump change compared to the personal accounts of the Director-General. Moving further and further into the yacht to take a glance at the items on sale and hopefully find someone of more reputable note to converse with. Business never stopped.

 

[Mig Gred]

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Tags: Rosalind Carter Rulonom Laborr Damian Du Couteau Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Stephan Draellix-Kobitana

Mig smiled a bit as Rosa seemed to calm down a bit, and soon he'd nod to the young man as he bowed. He noticed the stuff moving into the auction area, and smiled a bit at the thanks. "My pleasure. Been a while since my clan's been able to do something like this." Then he, Stephan, asked for their names. Mig honestly wasn't sure if Rosa would rather introduce herself or stay a bit quiet for now. He looked at her for a second before looking back and answering.

"Mig Gred, the Alor of Clan Gred. And this is Rosalind Carter." He wasn't sure how to explain their relationship in part because he wasn't sure either. He didn't treat her any different than Leddie, Illy, orSouma at least, but given her own nervousness he figured he'd let her figure this bit out. Either way, he would take note a the boat around them, looking at the pair of yachts. "Gotta admit, got a really nice setup here. A bit fancy, but nice."

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Rosa glanced from Mig to Stephan, before giving a small nod. She wasn't exactly the most formal of people, since the intricacies of such things had never been taught to her. "Rosa or Carter is fine. I'm a ward of clan Gred." Her gaze gave the boy a once over. Not only was he dressed nice butnhe was well..handsome. She quickly pulled her gaze away, as to not be rude for staring.

Mig was right though. This place was fancy indeed, and probably cost a fair bit of credits. Her bright blue eyes took in the yachts for a moment before turning back to Stephan. "There must be a lot of people here."

Mig Gred Stephan Draellix-Kobitana Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Rulonom Laborr Damian Du Couteau

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Tags: Stephan Draellix-Kobitana Damian Du Couteau Rulonom Laborr Mig Gred Rosalind Carter
Lucas Gracin

Fallon grinned at the promise of generous bidding. It was a matter of pride for her that this event went well as she hadn't done much of this yet and eas very much still learning.

Pardon the intrusive question

"Not at all, I've been involved ever since I was a little kid, but it was mostly photocalls and hanging out with other politicians kids when I was younger. It'd been a little more than a year since I started being more independently active." she was proud of her work, it could be tiring and fitting it in around her Jedi training could sometimes be a headache but her parents had instilled her with drive and determination. "How about you? Been coming to these things long?" she reciprocated.

The pair arrived at the yacht where the auction was about to be held. "Gudde Mëtteg Kardinal, et ass gutt dech ze gesinn, ech hunn iwwer d'Attack op Epica héieren, ech hoffen datt Dir an Är Fra gutt geet." she called over in Essonian to an older gentleman who greeted her with a nod to the head.

She spoke more quietly to Damian Du Couteau as they passed. "That man is the brother of the head of the Ashlan Crusade, luckily he is less of a firebrand than his brother." She gave a crooked grin to her escort then laughed lightly. The room was full of wealthy dignitaries and suddenly Fallon felt nervous, her nerves were clear as she began breathing more consciously and psyching herself up for the auction.

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Beshina Alpha, Lujo
Outfit

Ah, Damian felt a sort of deja vu as Fallon explained briefly her past with such events, it seemed eerily similar to his own upbringing. At first some of the parties and galas were enjoyable, even fun, but soon Damian discovered them to be rather monotonous. Or trite depending on who was hosting these social gatherings. But as a child Damian knew not a lot was expected from him outside of appearing magnanimous as a noble of Teta.

“Growing up I’ve been to plenty, but now as a donator it’s only been a relatively few.” Damian responded. It was a struggle initially to acquire the funds of the Royal Treasury, but even the firmest of grips loosen after a while. . . now I just have to prove to them I am a suitable steward.

“Unfortunately I am also inexperienced in running these kind of events. . . I do hope you won’t mind me asking for your advice if I do end up hosting one.” He added as he continued to walk carefully alongside Fallon.

As she conversed with another gentleman, in a language he couldn’t recognize, Damian gracefully bowed in quiet greeting. They passed the gentlemen and continued into the yacht as Fallon explained in hushed words that Damian had just met the current head of the Ashlan Crusade. I hope I made a good first impression. The Crusade had been a valuable ally of the Alliance during the major wars against the Maw, their somewhat dissolution was unfortunate. But old soldiers die hard, and Crusaders more so. . . while fires can only burn brightly for long, the coals beneath provide heat for far longer.

Damian offered a nod, with a slight soft voice- “Thank you for guiding me here Lady Draellix-Kobitana, I’m confident you’ll do an excellent job for your Foundation.” Damian smiled, the corners of his lips pulled back to form a small smile as he bowed his head in gratitude.
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|| Fallon Draellix-Kobitana ||​