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[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Pointe De Titan
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Early morning
Tags: | Seren Maeve |

Pointe De Titan and Garde Noire had already completed a deal for the manufacturing and refining of materials far before Xobos had taken the throne of the town. This of course, was not part of the former king’s long term plans. He had wanted to eventually build Garde to the point that they could refine the materials they mined themselves. Before he was..unceremoniously and suspiciously disposed of, that was his goal eventually. It seemed as though he might’ve gotten too big for his pants and dove into less than savory people groups. Xobos knew of these plans now that she was in charge, and saw how…far off they truly were.

The contract between the two towns was still there, but she wanted to strengthen these bonds further. It might help if she wanted to do so to actually meet the Sieur of the providence face to face. Seren and herself had met once before, but there little business that could be discussed in a small party setting like they had. Sitting down with a pair of drinks between them was much more conducive for business, at least in Xobos’ mind.

Traveling to Pointe De Titan was perhaps not how things were supposed to be. Xobos was, supposedly, a Magnate now, and traveling to someone lower on the aristocracy rung might be seen as stooping down. Of course, that’s what others in the royalty might think. It wasn’t like her to play into the hands of tradition in such a way. She wanted to conduct business and see the facilities that her ore would be going to, and having the Sieur fly all the way out to Garde seemed…irresponsible of her.

“we’re almost there, Xobos!” Hin called from the front of the speeder, pulling Xobos back from aweing over the sights of the white capped mountains flying past the mode of transport. If anything, Titan would be a nice place to bring Cali to from every so often. She might like the chance to go somewhere colder and enjoy the activities they have out there. There was still plenty of business to attend to back home first, but eventually, a home in this area might be nice.

The Magnate shifted lightly in her seat, bringing the datapad onto her lap as the speeder darted toward the landing zone. “Let’s hope this goes well enough. I’d rather make a much better friend today than a brand new enemy.” Hin just silently nodded. Hopefully today would be good for everyone. Not just Xobos and Garde, but for Seren and her people as well.

That was the Illyria way.

 

[Seren Maeve]

Location: Pointe De Titan

A heavy and yet airy sigh filled the room. The tips of her fingers ran down the man's cheeks to her lips as her glowing eyes belied a desire to continue. Yet the time had drawn near the Magnate would arrive, and consuming any more of their crimson might injure them. Seren smiled as the man politely excused himself out the side door.

Seren then took a moment to delicately dab at her lips and chin to ensure she hadn't let any escape. It was terribly embarassing for a Vampirika like herself to be found with a mouth covered in blood. They were not an uncivilized people, after all. Delightfully, only scant evidence was to be found from her plush lips.

A short while later the doors to her office parted to admit her assistant, Thyrn. "Sieur, the lounge has been prepared to receive the Magnate of Garde Noire."

Yes, Seren hoped they would be too occupied with business to spend the day touring the city. As usual, however, the Sieur had used her chamber to coat herself in a protective layer in the event sun exposure became necessary. "Thank you, Thyrn." The Sieur stood to her feet and slowly stepped out from behind her desk. "And the honor guard is waiting outside?" A small gathering of men and women well groomed and clean to serve as a protection detail to keep the visitor safe during their stay. In truth, they were mostly decorative.

"They stand awaiting the Magnate's arrival, Sieur."

The Vampirika slowly made her way from her office toward the foyer. "I hope the Magnate has not changed much since we last meeting. She seemed approachable." As an Apprentice to the King it was not surprising the woman had elevated her position first. Disappointing, perhaps, on a personal level, but managing a town was not easy. Certainly not when it lacked all the resources someone might come to expect. There was much work to be done.

Thyrn nodded slightly as he followed the Sieur out. With nothing substantial to contribute he didn't waste Seren's time with idle chatter. Not that the Sieur ever seemed to mind.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Pointe De Titan
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Early morning
Tags: | Seren Maeve |

It seemed as though there was quite a bit of activity on the landing pad they were approaching, and as the speeder began to set down, Xobos realized it was some sort of honor guard welcoming party. It was unexpected. Xobos didn’t believe herself to be so worthy of such a trouble, though she pushed those thoughts aside long enough to put a small smile on her lips, one dripping of gratitude. The speeder settled down, and the magnate leaped out of the speeder before any of the guards could move to help her. She was self dependent, after all.

What looked to be an assistant or keeper of the house approached her, earning himself a wider smile and the bow of a head from the Magnate. “I appreciate your welcome. Your hospitality that people speak of is certainly not overblown.” She hoped her words would be seen as a compliment. Not ever providence liked the idea of being inviting, and some even took it as words of weakness. The last thing Xobos wanted to do was insult her hosts before they even got to the negotiating table. It would more than certainly sour any talks that they were set to have.

The keeper seemed quite alright with it, however, thanking her and motioning for her to follow him inside. The decoration of the actual estate was quite…interesting, to say the very least. Unlike anything that Xobos had seen on Illyira before. Vampires were different creatures she surmised, and natural light seemed to be something the Sieur was adverse to, if the drawn curtains and dark hallways were anything to go by. Not that she minded too much, such an interesting venue would be a fun experience to negotiate in.

Eventually the pair made it to what looked to be a lounge area, with the keeper leaving Xobos to her own devises until the Sieur arrived. She could do that. The miraluka strode over to where a small selection of drinks had been set out, only giving the dark red liquid in one of the glasses a few seconds look before starting to pour herself something sharp to start the night off.

 

[Seren Maeve]

Just the Magnate, and not with a large entourage waiting outside. All good signs before the meeting had begun.

Seren slowly pushed the door open to step inside of the lounge. After the panel was closed once more, she smiled briefly. "Magnate Yakieer. We have both been kept apart by our duties, but it is encouraging to see your contributors were rewarded." Naturally the Sieur had made an effort to make a little noise opening and closing the door to announce herself. No one liked being surprised. Especially if you were one of those that knew Seren's condition was more than an over sensitivity to sunlight.

"Your ride here went smoothly, I hope." Idle banter to allow Xobos the opportunity to volunteer information openly or otherwise. The Miraluka seemed pleasant company when they last saw one another, but politics had a nasty affect on some people. Best not to be complacent. If they grew closer together -- allies -- then Seren might be less on her guard.

In truth, she could use someone that could be counted upon. Not for her new rank or status, but as a reliable partner and a mutually beneficial arrangement. There was no need for elaborate schemes and backstabbing. Seren felt too old for such things, but would gladly ply the trade to those Nobles set to the Game. It was only polite to do so after all.

A hand gestured to the chairs separated by a small table. "Garde Noire has prospered under your leadership lately. I aspire to ensure the same of Point de Titan so that the people of Illyria may benefit."

Tag: Xobos Yakieer

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Pointe De Titan
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Early morning
Tags: | Seren Maeve |

A noise from the doorway prompted Xobos to turn slowly and look in that direction, a smile appearing at the sight of her fellow Seiur. A quick look back to the drink’s allowed her a long enough moment to finish her pouring, allowing for the vampirika to speak and introduce herself. Nodding, now holding the glass of bronze colored liquid, she turned back and made her way to stand next in front of the pale woman. “Oh, the journey went just fine. I have to admit…how gorgeous your lands are. It’s something I’ve only ever seen on a single planet, and under different circumstances, assuming we are able to work something out beneficial to both of us, I would love to spend some time out here in your snow covered mountains.”

Her smile, genuine, peaked at this moment, just before she pulled the glass up to sip down the warm drink. She truly did hope this went well. It was beyond time that Xobos began to forge her own relationships within the aristocracy, outside of those that just her master had made in the past. She needed her own allies, ones that she could rely on to be mutually beneficial. Seren seemed like she could fit that bill very easily. Of course, this was only from their two meetings that Xobos began to think this…but her intuition rarely seemed to ever be wrong.

Seren’s gesture toward the chairs prompted a nod from the Magnate, stepping toward them and taking a seat on the left side of the table. She placed her drink upon one of the set out coasters, looking back toward the Sieur with a sympathetic smile. “I also..apologize if this meeting is inconvenient for you. I’ll admit, I don’t know much about your species or how you view the daytime. I hope that this has not…soured your mood toward possibly ramping up our business together.” Her smile turned to one of more hopeful nature, knowing that the tiniest thing could unravel these types of conversations. If it was as simple as annoying the woman because of the time of the meeting, Xobos would be hating herself the entire way back to Garde.

Hopefully her luck wasn’t that bad.

 

[Seren Maeve]

Slowly Seren settled into the other chair with a smile on her lips. Xobos seemed as pleasant as she had the few times they had met before. Elevation of her rank hadn't gone straight to her head, which was pleasant to note.

"It is considerate of you to ask, Magnate, but I prepared for such occasions before I made myself known by assuming this post. Those of Illyria not of my lineage act predominantly during the day. It would have been a grave miscalculation not to anticipate being asked to do so as well." Even if it was not enjoyable to do so. If a Human could adapt to working graveyard, then a Vampirika could adapt to working scorch. It did make a woman terribly thirsty, however. Her creation was not some mystical force that negated the physical strain of living under the sun.

As the Sieur relaxed in her chair, she regarded her partner for a moment. "My kind are naturally nocturnal predators," she began to explain. "My heritage in particular spans back as far or further than most other native Illyrians. Only my ancestors fed upon the blood of other creatures rather than their flesh. A tragedy our two lines could not co-exist more peacefully -- I assume at some point superstition got the better of either side. Nonetheless, such things are behind us now." To a point. Not that Seren minded when people were wary in her presence. She could bite them at any moment, and not feel the slightest guilt as they might of 'cannibalism.' To act on such impulses, however, would scarcely differentiate her from a wild beast.

"With the King's pursuit in developing Illyria, I felt an obligation to step out of the shadows -- as it were -- to ensure such development was to the benefit of all Illyrian. Something I believe we both share." It was presumptuous to think just because the Miralukan was not a native Illyria that she would care about the plight of others like herself. Then again, Seren was not a fool. The Sieur had known the woman's name before even their first meeting at the gathering some time ago. Xobos' public inclinations and pursuits were equally well-known to the Vampirika woman that sat across from her now. Knowledge was power -- the power to survive and to prepare for things to come.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Pointe De Titan
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Early morning
Tags: | Seren Maeve |

If there was one word that Seren spoke while reminiscing about her heritage that struck a cord with Xobos, it was superstition. Such a painful thing to loop onto an entire species as superstitions tended to do. Painting a picture of one group of people just because the understanding of their motives or even their needs was…horrible, to say the very least. She felt for Seren and her entire species, and was even more impressed that it was now that the vampirika had decided to become more involved in Illyrian politics, despite the massive roadblocks that faced her just because she didn’t like the sun. “Superstition is…dangerous, in my opinion. We must be more civilized than that. Learn about certain things happening within the galaxy instead of just taking them at face value. For us to grow as a society on this planet…we must shed some of the less formal ways of looking at each other.” The Magnate leaned back into her chair, reaching onto the table to pull the glass from it, sipping the drink as Seren started to speak once again.

And again, the words spoken by the Seiur showed just how mature and wise beyond her years the vampirika was. It was just politics that kept the older woman across from her below her on the ladder, as it was obvious that even within this small space the other woman understood the inner workings better than she did. “This place…adopted me, so to speak.” She started, gaze finding the glass on the table, running her fingertip around the lip softly. “I was migrant, an expulsed. There was no where for me to go. When the King left for all those months, I still had no where to go but here. Illyria made sure I had a home, despite my blood not being of the planet. So yes,” her gaze turned back to Seren, smiling lightly with a nod. “You could say I want to give back to this planet, to see it grow and become a power the galaxy will respect.”

Xobos moved to lean back into her chair once again, then reached to the table to retrieve her holopad. She wasn’t used to conducting to business like this, and she hoped that Seren wouldn’t feel as though she was being pushy, but Xobos didn’t want to forget why they had decided to meet. “I hope you don’t mind if we move to the more….business related things. I’ll admit that this is one of the first time’s I’m representing Garde in such a manner, so I do have this to keep me on track.” She raised the holopad with a slight smirk. All of the information on their past three season’s of production was stored on this little thing, and she felt as prepared as ever to speak on what they could offer Titan, and what they were looking for in return.

“The previous ruler of Garde had a contract with your providence, but sought to undercut you by creating their own factory so that they wouldn’t need to use your people. I have the foresight to see how foolish something like this is. Instead..what I wish to do is ramp up the connection that our providences share, and to grow us both exponentially.” Another smile reached Xobos’ lips, though one that was less forced and much more genuine. Mutual benefit was a huge part of why she was here, and after hearing of the extra walls in Seren’s way, there was an even more renewed vigor within her to secure both of their providence’s places on the map.

 

[Seren Maeve]

Magnate Yakieer was quite considerate to vocalize support in embracing the Vampirika among them. Seren was not offended by the history with those like herself. It was understandable, was it not? A people more than happy to drain others of blood could solicit all manner of paranoia. And to think such people prowled the night when you were most vulnerable, warm in your bed... An easy scapegoat should something inexplicable occur when education and technological development had been so meager until recently.

Of course a long-lived people like Seren's own would have their own prejudices as a result. Brash. Ill-tempered. Intelligent beasts suited to tilling the fields. Seren knew the history of her own and their wariness in engaging with those unlike themselves. Self-preservation worked on both sides. Being nocturnal creatures they were less active for long periods of time than the sun-dwellers; they were vulnerable to paranoia turning to violence in all that time.

Thankfully, things had changed. If but a little. The Silmä ( Nimue ) had certain garnered support of late.

A smile graced Seren's lips at the woman vocalizing her own motivations. Yes, Illyria deserved more -- as did every world willing to do what was necessary. Though there was a danger in drawing greater attention from afar. To say nothing of the danger from within. There would be factions that would oppose such change, and do so violently once it became clear the bureaucracy alone was insufficient. Matters she hoped to speak with this new Chief Manufacturing Consultant, though it seemed the Zeltron was unusually accomplished in reaching out to people despite their misgivings already. Naturally; the King wouldn't have appointed someone incapable of the task.

"Of course," Seren replied calmly when Xobos sought to turn to the matter at hand. "Always retain a firm hand on the rudder of any gathering. Just be sure you do not interrupt someone's self-promoting story without anticipating the resulting grudge."

Xobos opened with a surprising admission or acknowledgement of past events. Not that Seren had been terribly concerned with the Magnate following through on those plans. It could allow Garde to keep more of the profits, of course, but the town had struggled to get its mining operation fully functional -- could it really afford to split its resources and people between that and building then running a factory? Was the Magnate prepared to handle the responsibility of two separate industries? Seren wouldn't speak for Garde, but Titan did not have enough skill set to pass around in such a manner; she expected the same was still true of Xobos' people even with the promotion.

"I would be honored to participate in such a proposal. Garde Noire's mines are certain to bring much needed resources from Illyria itself, relieving the financial burden of importing material from off world. Point de Titan can refine your ore into product usable across the planet, and facilitate its distribution. For a reasonable percentage of the gross profit, and the remainder being passed back to Garde Noire." Seeing how Titan's Point already refined various raw materials and coordination transportation of product as it was, this agreement would absolve the mining city of such concerns.

The ore mined would undoubtedly fetch a fair price on the market. More, perhaps, if she could convince the Court of Iron to favor local product over that from offworld. A matter Seren doubted would require little convincing; the Nobles were sure to already be aligned with that already. So long as it was not taken so far as to cut off trade or hamper it with unnecessary taxes, it could be quite beneficial for all parties involved.

"Did you already have a particular percentage in mind, Magnate?"

Tag: Xobos Yakieer

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Pointe De Titan
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Early morning
Tags: | Seren Maeve |

There was a legitimate sigh of relief that flowed from the Magnate’s lips at the response to pushing forward with business that came from Seren. The wory that she had pushed forward much too fast had absolutely been there, but it seemed like they were on the same page. Which fell in line with seemingly everything that the two talked about. That promised good things for the business they were about to complete it seemed like. “Thank you,” she interjected after Seren’s response, making sure the vampirika understood how much the magnate did appreciate them staying on the same page early and often. That would only lead to good things for both, at least in Xobos’ mind.

It was time now to get down to the true nitty gritty, it seemed. The numbers, stuff that could make or break a deal. In reality, Xobos was less concerns with getting an absolute percentage point more of the profit and more concerned with gaining prominence in the region by being able to immediately ship completed materials to the capital. Nothing gained a providence more notoriety like a saying such as, “the capital of Illyria, built on the back of Garde Noire iron.” One day, that would be able to be said, and it all started today.

Xobos’ attention turned back from the future to the present upon being asked if there was a percentage she had in mind. Another quick inhale and exhale, filling the magnate with a small amount of confidence before sliding her holopad over to the other woman. “In fact, we do have a percentage in mind.” She paused, just long enough for the Sieur to take a look at the data, waiting until she saw the slightest bit of a reaction before continuing. “In truth, we have no other main manufacturers of our metal. More often than not, we’ve just been selling what we can at a discount to brokers in the capital. It got rid of the product, but we know we could be making much more as well as establishing a better reputation with actually smelting our product beforehand. So, knowing this…we wish to offer you an 85% cut of every single pound mined from the Garde Noire providence of Durosteel, or at least, the components, and Phrik. After you smelt it, you can sell it, all we ask for back is a..75% cut of the profits that we make together. I think that’s more than fair. I understand you’re doing more of the work on the backside, and they are your connections, but we are supplying the raw material.”

Xobos leaned back, trying to maintain as best of a composed face as she could. Before Seren could respond to the offer, she made sure to make sure to get a last word in first. “That is assuming you can take that much product. I fully understand you probably have quite a few other clients, and we can discuss another deal if the amount of raw material doesn’t work with you.” Now, the Magnate was finished. She fully expected a counteroffer to come. Seren was more used to business like this, and Xobos was ready to listen to her recommendation. Garde came first, but she still wanted to walk out of this place with all parties happy and content.

 

[Seren Maeve]

The Vampirika smiled as she waited patiently for the Magnate to continue. To be so young. Seren might only hold the title of Sieur right now, but she'd observed the Nobles for longer than they'd care to know. How they behaved and what was necessary to survive in their world of intrigue and betrayal was not unknown to her. Merely... inexperienced at putting such knowledge into practical use in the spur of the moment. So the fanged female that sat across from the Miralukan knew that the other woman had much to grow into if she were to survive.

Fortunately, Xobos sought to have Titan supply the goods to market. That should help limit exposure to the more... cut throat Nobles until the woman was ready to deal with their ilk. Not that Seren doubted Xobos' strength of body or will, but that wasn't all you needed in a Court. It suited her in the world as Adron's Sith Apprentice, but that was a completely different world.

Then again, Xobos likely thought Seren more of a friend than most Nobles. A pleasing thought.

Slowly Seren reached forward to accept the holopad on display. After a quick scan, the Sieur's eyes slid up to Xobos once more awaiting further comment. One should be careful playing a game of cards with a Vampirika. Their species was adept at latching onto prey out of the shadows after extensive waiting. They were beyond patient. It was how quickly they responded that shock people having mistaken them for placid or calm people, when the truth was they were always ready to strike.

A few seconds passed after Xobos finished speaking with the Sieur remaining silent. No time was needed to formulate a counter proposal, but this was a good opportunity for the Magnate to be exposed to the process of negotiation. The Sieur's eyes dropped to the pad for half a second before it was set back down.

Seren drew in breath before responding. "We do have quite a few other clients," as Xobos put it, "and all of our factories are working at capacity. There is no shortage in material arriving off world. However it does carry with it quite a few tarriffs, taxes, and other fees with every Noble desperate to take their cut. To accept your ore would reduce the need to deal with such things, but at the same time require navigating a political minefield. After all, the credits the Nobles squeeze from the off-world trade would diminish. Their fingers -- so to speak -- wouldn't be in the new pies. They may try, but their fees would only go up. Convenience charges." The Sieur's eyelids drooped over her eyes as she conveyed how absurd such a notion was. "So I will need to find new contacts. Trustworthy ones that won't attempt to exploit us."

"That is to say, eighty-five percent of the material at thirty-five percent of the gross would afford Point de Titan the room it needs to fulfill all established contracts and to forge a new path for us both," the Sieur concluded, hands clasped before her. "With the option to increase the amount sent should it become available." Seren was curious where Xobos intended to send or use the other fifteen percent.

Truth of the matter was Seren was being exceptionally generous. With just the narrative she already put between them other Nobles would have likely start close to fifty percent straight up. It would afford Titan's Point a great deal in which it needed, but she was Vampirika. Long-term was something of a habit. Quite soon Xobos would no doubt encounter others less considerate of their peers. Titan's Point by comparison will be a sure bet ensuring a continued flow of material, and in return a continue flow of credits. Stability over a mad grab for immediate gains. Not to mention Seren had enjoyed the Miralukan's presence the few times they'd met, and with her being associated with the King ('close' would be going too far) there were perks just in being in the woman's circle of friends.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Pointe De Titan
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Early morning
Tags: | Seren Maeve |

Connections were the main reason that Xobos had come to Titan’s point to try and work out a new contract with Seren. Those connections ran every single business, every single part of the world, and every piece of the galaxy. Someone always knew someone that could help with somebody else’s problem. That’s just how the galaxy worked. Unfortunately, this also meant that having to sever those connections, or even step on someone else’s toes, was something that could happen and end up effecting many other little connections.

It seemed that was something that Seren was cautious to not do. Xobos didn’t even realize that Titan’s point was so invested in materials coming from off world. As large as Illyira felt to her sometimes, she had to remember that they were miniscule on the galactic scale. That could be nice when they wanted to stay out of massive wars, but made it so that more…predatory outer elements could target them. Seren was aware of this, and staying good to contracts made more friends than enemies. Severance packages would at least lessen the blow when Titan’s point tried to pull out of the current contracts to invest more into what Garde could bring and produce.

“Since Garde is asking you to step away from some of these contracts, we are willing to put down fifty percent of the capital needed to break your current contracts.” It wasn’t necessarily a card that Xobos had been planning on bringing out, but if there was one thing that Garde had at the moment, it was a large amount of capital laying around. That, of course, and a whole bunch of materials that they were selling at a lower price because they couldn’t turn the material into something useful themselves.

In all reality, there wasn’t much reason for holding back fifteen percent of the materials other than for Garde to have it’s own supply in case an emergency boost of money was needed. Selfish, maybe, but selling eighty five percent was already close to double the amount of credits they got from selling it raw. And if she could get a cut from the secondary selling of the smelted materials, then everything would work it’s way out. “I can agree to that, including the final option. I think we have an extremely profitable….and friendly, agreement on our hands, my vampirika friend.” There was a genuine smile from Xobos at this point, as if the weight of their entire meeting was lifted off her chest and shoulders.

She reached over to the glass on the small table, grasping it between her fingers and bringing it to her lips in a semi-sip of victory. After allowing the red liquid to make it’s way down her throat, she then turned to Seren with a quizzical look, tilting her head in thought. “did you..already have in mind a group of people that would be willing to buy Garde’s smelted ore?”

 

[Seren Maeve]

The Vampirikan Sieur regarded the Miraluka when she extended a generous offer. Fortunately there wouldn't be too much of that necessary. Seren had merely played the hand dealt her so Xobos didn't take the wrong lessons away from this meeting. Negotiations were difficult. Seren, however, was not consumed by greed as many others were. Besides, the real leg of this negotiation was upstream... Thirty-five percent of whatever the material sold for. A nice, fluid number that demanded asking the highest yet reasonable price.

It was satisfying to know the other woman was open to selling the remaining fifteen percent in some capacity and when the time was right. If nothing else, Seren now knew whatever the intended purpose it was not indefinite or bound in complex contractual obligations. The alternative was Xobos lied about it being an option at all. Seren doubted the woman would present such a bald-faced lie, however. Their time together had gone on well enough to not stoop to that level.

"I knew of a few Nobles that may be of value to us," Seren replied with a slight nod. "The most likely of which, unfortunately, is a Viscount." It was only unfortunate in the sense such a person had considerable means at their disposal. Both to buy the materials, but also to choose not to buy them. A difficult tight rope to walk if they weren't in desperate need for more material to construct, furnish, or provide any number of things. "Viscount Elias Faivre -- have you heard of him?"

If Xobos knew anything of the man from her time near Adron it might come in handy. Then again, the King might not have been supplying Xobos exposure to the political arena as he trained the Miraluka to be a warrior.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer