The Southern Systems Business Bazaar Expo

[Hylocereus]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Allana Badeaux"]

Hylo nodded as the introduction was made. See it helped to be polite. What if he called the Queen of Hapan Mothers something inappropriate. Humans were weird like that. You say their eyes were the brown of perfect soil and they would yell at you for saying their eyes looked like dirt. And what was wrong with dirt? Nothing. Things grew in....

Stopping his train of thought Hylo felt Mara's hand. He suppressed the urge to gulp hard but couldn't stop all of the chlorophyll from flushing into his face causing him to turn a healthy shade of green. Well healthy for a plant person. "A pleasure to meet you highness."

Looking back a hundred questions entered his mind. Was she the queen of all mothers are just the mothers on Hapes. If Mara and him had saplings would she then be Mara's Queen as Mara would then be a mother. These were all important questions to him, and he would have asked them had it been a few years ago but now he was more mature. Not by much though. "Has my wife chatted your ear off about technical specifications yet?" And then he decided to preempt the question at least one other man in attendance had once pointing out that Mara was his wife. "I know," he said beaming a smile over at Mara. "The age gap. Some people find it weird but it really isn't that weird because I'm only fifteen years older than Mara."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

While [member="Cato Fett"] was off doing who knows what, Alaric was doing something both selfish and altruistic. If that were possible to be both at the same time. The young man was learning to live in the armor, and now that he had his own suit it somehow seemed easier. Fireworm scale and metal gleamed in contrasting hues, parts of both painted gold and teal with no mind to the segmented plates physical definition, creating an almost intimidating dual pattern. Clipped to his belt was a crimson plumed helm with foreward swept and inward curving ridge-horns, one broken off three quarters the way down it. For weaponry he carried only a bone bladed short sword, a sign of respect and trust to [member="Danger Arceneau"] that her expo was one he would relax in.

Spying the MandalMotors booth, he wandered over with surprisingly light footsteps for his size, most people moving out of the way of one head-and-shoulders above the crowd at almost seven feet tall and built so solidly and lean. Nodding to Zeke, he cleared his throat and spoke in a low tone that was pleasant to the ears and obviously very well read. For years now, he had been striving to educate himself above the slave-pits he was born to, and it was showing more and more.

"Excuse me... I happen to be in the market for a ship, personal, and was wanting to inquire after the AP-76 model you have... The 'Besom' is what it was called, I think..."

[member="Zeke Farthen"]

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: Narayana Galactic Trade Station; Exhibition Hall​

Wearing: A white dress, not wearing the rainbow crown, and wearing a SSB Auction Wristband.​

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Long black eyelashes fluttered in near shock. Allana was internally debating if she was scandalized of the sight she just witnessed. The arm around the male and the kiss on the check seemed innocent. Grabbing his backside in public was clearly another thing altogether.

She had never seen such a barbaric public display, ever!​

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What she has seen over the public holonet clearly does not count. Well Allana was not counting it!​

Her lips curled in a modicum of a smile, trying her best of course not to seem offended. She was not actually offended…she was surprised to say the least.
“It is a pleasure Mister Valkner”, Allana said while trying to place the odd way in he spoke.

“I and your wife had talked about technical specifications. We traded information with the understanding we will seek to further discuss business. Procedural matters must be adhered to and normally take some time. It appears it might just be just a small formality at this point. So how long have the two of you been married”, she asked suddenly inquisitive.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Hylocereus"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Hylocereus"]

"About six weeks," said Mara brightly, knowing it explained just about everything. Well, except for the species differential behind the age gap, and why she'd married a plant in the first place. "We're trying to keep busy. Hylo's a fantastic partner and all kinds of supportive of my business. Been handing out my pamphlets with flowers he grew himself. Anyways - thanks for your time and your business, Your Majesty. I'm sure you've got sights to see.'

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Narayana Station | Casino & Botanical Atrium
[member="Lily Kuhn"]

Due to the responsibilities of introducing the first auction of the Southern Systems Expo, Danger had to take the time to play hostess to those business contacts that had taken the time to participate. It was one thing that could always be said of her; Danger knew how to throw a party. Up here in the atrium alongside the large Casino, Danger had several tables laid out with immaculate tablecloths and several comfortable booths for various patrons to sit and mingle.

The whiskey from Whyvern's flowed freely among the several other Corellian distilleries the SSB had contracted with to supply them with liquor. There were foods and various snacks so that no one would go hungry. For ambiance a band would play in the background a cheerful melody with just enough of a catchy tune to keep everyone upbeat.

It would be here that anyone looking for the Queen of Trade would find her. [member="Makai Dashiell"] already likely knew; Danger took the time to spend time with him whenever the younger Dashiell came. Having a candied apple had always been a fun time. Danger expected him to be here. Her step-daughter on the other hand, would be a surprise. There had been precious little messages from the former empress of Teta, but from what Danger understood, Lily wanted it that way. All Danger could do was hope that the Nogrhi guard that she'd had ordered to watch over Lily and Rose years back still did as they were told.

However, providing feedback from First Order territory would be a bit tricker than one thought. So if Lily wanted to surprise Danger, she would do exactly that. For this was the last place the woman would expect to see her step-daughter at.

 

[Magdalena Lethe]

[member="Magdalena Lethe"] | [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]


"You can talk to me if you like. I'm certain Dad wouldn't say 'no' to contributing to GUIDE in the slightest. Perhaps we'll have some ideas that a bit different than what he had. Although you'll have to forgive me when I ask a few questions about GUIDE, can't say I really paid too much attention at ten years old."


Gaze drifted back to Izzy.


"So how did you get stuck with this guy anyways?"

"Fabulous," even if there wouldn't be a repeat of a homecooked meal, Magda liked the idea of renewing the sponsorship with Judah's son. It was times like these, when things came full circle, that she was allowed to appreciate just how small the galaxy truly was.

Who would have ever thought.

"We can discuss over lunch if you haven't any plans."

Magda did not follow Makai's gaze back up to Izzy only because the annoyance filtering off him was nearly palpable. Her smile remained curt, arms lightly folding at her front, "Mr. Dashiell is my employee, one of GUIDE's top-ranked Pathfinders, to be more specific. He charts the paths for the research teams and ensures that everyone gets in and out safely. I would be remiss to ignore his suggested routes ... even if I hadn't planned on going a certain direction."

"Many people, myself including, would not be alive today if it were not for his efforts. I am proud to have him supporting the mission of GUIDE."

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Makai Dashiell"]

 

[Klesta]

"Definitely: the Sith Inquisitor's ships fulfill two purposes for us - ferrying journalists to cover stories on other planets on the one hand and ferrying ergonomic assessors from a planet to another on the other hand"

Understandably, Mara TibX and Haven Shipyards were both interested in advertising, but not in ergonomic assessments. He thus drafted a contract for the estimated value in advertising space for the amount of biofuel the SI would consume on a yearly basis: they did not hit the yearly advertising space limits. Since they were legally considered two separate companies, two separate contracts were required to deal with both clients L3-3752 represented. The MaraTibX one was nearly complete, and he would be printing the preliminary contract for the advertising space in short order, for [member="L3-37"] to go over, even though at this point it would more likely be considered a memorandum of understanding. As for the Haven Shipyards offer, he had to make sure that the order was large enough to make the client feel comfortable, but not large enough to hit a client's limits on advertising space, especially since there was no indication of any interest whatsoever in ergonomic assessments, and any overflow services or merchandise would make it so that they would need to comp ergonomic assessments at a group or bulk discount, with the early payment deadline assumed met.

"The main venues for advertising with the Sith Inquisitor are HoloNet, television and in print, both under the form of magazines and newspapers, but we would like fifty CZ-V3s for ensuring our coverage capabilities of the more hazardous areas for journalism in return for Haven Shipyards getting advertising space for the current year"

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Weapons and Arms Sector
HCLI: Ground Combat Units
People: @Aisha'ven

A squadron at each base, that would be quite and interesting order to fill, and quite the price tag, but he was certain the blue Twi'lek had more then enough money, considering who they where representing. "A squadron of AP-JT's cost 996,000, but I could do a round down to 990,000 since your are buying in bulk, a squad of AP-XT's is 746,000, but once again I can take that down to 740,000 to make things easier". "The Pz08's come in grounds of 5 so that is 1,000,000 for a squadron. Times those all by 10 to get your fully pricing, though I am up for a little haggling", after all this was one of the first major orders placed by any company/organization.

"As for production time, we stock of 50 of both walkers already, all being field tested to, meaning we can filll out 4 of the needed squadrons right away, while we have 10 Pz08's of the line and ready to be field tested, so all of those those can be delivered within 3 days". "Rest of the walkers can be made in recent time frame, probably no more then a few weeks to have all the squadrons outfitted tested and shipped off, the Pz08's maybe a but longer, due to other hover crafts being made, but I can say no more then a month to have everything outfitted, shipping and handling included by our logistics division". After all not other businesses where making any major contracts just yet, so for the moment Harley could focus on Arceneau Trade Company's order.

 

[Hylocereus]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Allana Badeaux"]

Hylo wrinkled his nose a second before he was about to say that the pleasure was all his. While knowing that this was something one said to be polite he'd rarely heard it spoken outside of you know... naughty little comments. Oh you haven't had the pleasure yet, or I'm sure. Then there was a weird joke about an an island being bought and a guy complaining and then the response was 'yeah but the island just lays there.' Hylo didn't find that joke very funny but he did blush green nearly every time he heard it.

"Uh yes," he said, "six weeks, there about. Private ceremony, although we might have something more public later." That was a thought, although he hated to think of who might show up. His mother was, after all, a Sith. And Mara's father was... well he was Jorus Fething Merrill. Sacred Feth that would be awkward. In part that is why they decided on a quiet little ceremony with just a few people in attendance. Still Hylo always thought Mara deserved a big wedding. With lots of flowers. Flowers everywhere.

"It was fun to schmooze you," Hylo said with several nods. That was a new word to him, or at least relatively. He was told that one schmoozed at these sorts of events during the last one and sort of let his imagination take over.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Narayana - Expo Hall, Crafts & Workshops

So he had his gift, he'd seen quite a bit of the station, and he'd even had time to reminisce about old time. He supposed that it was probably time to be leaving.

Of course he'd made his way to the other side of the entire station, meaning he would have to cross the whole damned thing to get back to The Eve, but that didn't really seem daunting. The tram was free, and nothing had been too packed so far. The former courier let out a Yawn as he glanced up towards the holo-signs on the ceiling, watching them for a moment until he found the one that he was looking for.

Finding his way around this place was still next to impossible.

He wondered if even the Queen of Trade herself knew where she was going when traipsing around this place. For some reason he doubted it. The thought brought a small smile to his face, though it was quickly lost as he jostled his way through the crowd. It seemed that the Crafts and Workshop section was gaining in popularity, meaning that he was getting out just in time. Slipping through the small crowd quickly Kurt stepped into the next hall, glancing around before finding his way towards the tram.

Perhaps he would pick up a few post cards or something of the sort on his way out.

Just to give away to some of his friends.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Narayana - Expo Hall

The Force was just on the verge of telling her what she wanted to know, what it was being so insistent about... when her datapad beeped with an incoming message and her concentration broke. She very, very nearly swore out loud as she opened it up, looking at the newest message. [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] had the absolute worst timing at this very moment, no fault of hers though. Fixing her expression into a smile, and sitting down on a bench to avoid getting shoved by passing Expo goers, she wrote up a reply.

I'm over in the Crafts and Workshops section right now, super busy here.

Closing the messaging system, she closed her eyes and tried to refocus. Delving back into the currents of the Force, she started feeling around any passing people that might have an intercepting path with her own. The Force was telling her this was what she needed to do, and if she had her eyes open, she might have noticed [member="Kurt Meyer"] getting out of the crowd and heading back to the tram station. As it were, her eyes shot open a moment too late, her head whipping around as her senses screamed that whatever or whoever she needed had just passed her.

"Bloody buggering..." she grumbled, trying to look through the sea of faces for someone. She thought she saw a man disappearing into a side hall, one probably less busy, but she dismissed it out of hand. A lot of people would do that when wanting to avoid the crowd.

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: Narayana Galactic Trade Station; Exhibition Hall.​

Wearing: A white dress, not wearing the rainbow crown, and wearing a SSB Auction Wristband.​

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Wow, six weeks. Allana was trying to wrap her thoughts around that. There was defiantly no way she could get away with having just a private ceremony. Truth be told, she most likely had to get married herself soon before the Duch’as started to make things difficult. After all she would have to name a heir to the throne. That meant children. There were traditions to uphold.

“Again, congratulations”, Allana started to wave to the couple as they left , “And do have a fabulous day!”


[member="Mara Merrill-Valkner"] [member="Hylocereus"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

When she had insulted his shirt, the grin became slightly twisted, and he slid the dataslate around. The thing was full of notes. It appeared that Cal was working on a relative equation for a booster, like the speed modules on the YT-1930... But anyone who knew hyperspace knew it was a dangerous formula he was writing on. It involved mucking with the relativistic shielding and hyperdrive and creating a dual feedback, creating a 'sharper fold in the jump' as the notations said. Every inch of the scrap note screen was taken up with mathematics and scribblings. Nodding after long enough for Sel to be able to glance at it, he spun it back to himself.

Blond hair was rakish, not quite bedhead but definitely not freshly styled or cut. blue eyes with a hint of green twinkled at his joke as he exaggeratedly straightened the collar of his rumpled shirt. He had forgone the shirt because there was supposed to be a rep here to run the booth, so he could be out rubbing shoulders and elbows, making contacts. Unluckily, the blighter was nowhere to be found, calling in from down the hall stating they were in a 'fresher, deathly ill.

"Sorry. I'm normally not the public face type, I usually stick to the ideas and backroom management. But no, no vacation or luxury craft. Just trying to break the rules of hyperspace travel while not ripping us all into an alternate dimension through a hyperspace storm or vortex. And I was also tweaking the display model for our newest freighter. But I do have a lovely few vacation properties, if perhaps you or your wit would be interested. Your wit may need to travel separately for capacity concerns, my ship is rather not designed for bulk transport of ego."

Thank goodness he had heard his brother, Julius, say very similar once. He was hardly the one-liner type.

"Now, we got off on the wrong foot there. I'm Caladan, or Cal, the new CEO of Corelliang Engineering, formerly of it's Advanced Research Combinitics division. And you are...?"

[member="Selinica Miriya Cailis"]

 

[Selinica Miriya Cailis]

A short glance to see if he'd given any expressive response earned her a view of what he was jotting away on, at present: mathematics she couldn't grasp, amongst trade language she couldn't parse. She knew equations when she saw them, but the woman had little use for the mathematics she learned as a girl when most of it didn't apply to the Force or her finances, and the rest went over her head with too short a glance to begin to infer meaning; it rarely meant that she would be dismissive of what she didn't understand if the information was relevant, or otherwise, if there was time to listen. With the pad's contents no longer available and a mild form of curiosity engaged, she lifted her chin and her eyes followed, settling on a face that was not too unlike her own in basic features of skintone, hair, and eyes, and not at all unsightly to look on... though his exaggerated collar-straightening made her eyes roll. Yet she did smile, just a little. Then he opened his mouth.

Wit and aggression were the languages of most forms of life in less reputable locales, where she'd spent more time than was normal for someone of her upbringing and station, but being a sort of chameleon had its benefits. Relying on titles had a limited scope, often attracting unwanted attention, and flaunting wealth (by extension or not) attracted more and worse. So wit it was, and when he needled her supposed overblown ego, all she could do was cross her arms, and give him a look and a tilt of her head that stopped short of actually sticking out her tongue.

"Well, Caladan, or Cal, I'm Selinica, or Sel, and as nice as going on a vacation sounds, we've only just met, and I don't vacation on the first date."

And then her tongue poked out, just the tip, to the side, and recessed just as soon as it appeared.

"So, tell me about this new freighter?"

[member="Cal Sedaire"]

 

[Riva Quill]

She didn't know anyone was in something as mundane as a trash chute. Normally, this wasn't anything to be concerned about in... Really the majority of all cases. Unfortunately such wasn't the case today.

She felt something heavy connect with the back of her head with a dull thump. It startled her more than hurt, but the impact still smarted. She clapped her hands on the offending site and rubbed furiously after a surprised, though short gasp of pain.

She turned and took in the scene. Small squib screeching in her direction holding her old jacket and remaining boot, the other old boot on the floor by her feet, and a clear flight path between the two of them. The implications we're quite clear as she snatched up her boot from the deck.

"You little...." Was all she got out before irritation and anger got the best of her. She hefted the boot over her head and darted forward, boot raised high and menacingly.

Who threw a boot at someone? Honestly?

[member="Mala"] [member="Cato Fett"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Narayana​

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Southern Systems Business Bazaar Expo​

Exhibition Hall, Western Section​

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Mara Merrill-Valkner"] | [member="Allana Badeaux"]​

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:: I'm over in the crafts and workshops section right now, super busy ::​

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Fiolette made a face, crafts and workshops required a tram ride over and she just was not nearly as interested in it as Taeli was. She turned off her location finder and stood up to figure out where to go next. She supposed she could head over to that Merrill-Valkner booth and so she asked Kit through a holo message from her terminal where to find it. And once the location was given the Galidraani woman began to make her way there.

:: Just as a word, we've gotten bids on two of our lots ::

:: Good enough I suppose, let me know who the buyers are so I might see about pursuing further contracts ::

:: Done ::

Crafts and workshops, she supposed she could go there but honestly it was so far out of the way. Nor was the executive interested in playing a game of 'no you come here,' that tended to happen between associates, friends, business partners whatever it was that they were. Quietly she pushed her way through the crowd and tugged at her coat and sighed a moment as she side stepped and turned to head over to a rest area.

:: How long will you be there for? I've gone to seek out an investment as it were, not sure how long it will take - lunch? ::

Just then, Kit pinged her again with the identity of one of the buyers, Hapes Consortium? Well now, considered Fiolette intrigued as she raised a brow and sent Kit a request to see if she could flag Her Majesty down or somehow get her attention without making it entirely too obvious. Otherwise, she was sure she'd try and ping the woman later on and until then Fiolette was nearing Merrill-Valkner.

:: You find your girlfriend yet? ::

:: I beg your pardon. ::

:: Ms. Raaf, your girlfriend, you find her yet? ::

:: May I remind you that I do not pay you to be glib, Ms. Galeway. ::

:: Awwwwww, I guess you haven't found her yet. ::

:: Ms. Raaf is busy with the crafts section, and she is not my girlfriend will you cease this incessant nonsense ::

:: Oh no, you went full Galidraani on me. Gasp. Whatever shall I do, hey listen - I get it this is still brand new ::

:: Ms. Galeway. ::

:: Right, right tally-ho I'll get back to work ::

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Hylocereus"]

"Holy feth, I'm still shaking. We just successfully pamphleteered the Queen of Hapes." She kissed Hylo hard. "Boom. We got it DONE. Okay, who's next..."

She scanned the crowd. It took maybe ten seconds for a face to stand out, and one who seemed aware of her. Mara raised a hand in greeting and headed that way.

"Retired First Order Grand Admiral Fiolette Yvarro," she explained to Hylo quickly and quietly. "Never met her, but she and my dad have this weird work relationship and spend a lot of time ripping apart bad ship designs together like a couple of Ghordon Rameses. She started Primo Victorian-" Mara broke off as she found herself out of time and out of intervening crowd. "Admiral Yvarro? I'm Mara Merrill-Valkner, Jorus and Alna's daughter. My husband Hylo. I was hoping we'd run into you."

She offered Yvarro a pamphlet chock full of interesting ship components.

 

[Hylocereus]

[member="Mara Merrill-Valkner"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

A big doofy grin crossed over Hylo's face as Mara kissed him. It was something he was getting used to, but he couldn't imagine not reacting in this exact same way every time. And then there was a bit of pride swelling in his chest. They got it done! He didn't really understand the complete ramifications of what they had done but you know... Mara was excited and it was contagious. "You think my flower helped? Oh do you think I should read some tech manuals for the future?" Hylo was going to read some manuals.

The train of thought was cut off with a description of the woman they were about to meet. Hylo smiled and wrapped an arm around Mara as she handed the older woman a pamphlet. "Flower? A flower for every pamphlet" he asked reaching out the arm not currently occupied by Mara and grew a flower with the force in his hand. "And may I say it is a pleasure to meet any friend of Dads." Dads friends! Hylo suppressed the urge to giggle. Okay so it was father in law but still... Dad. It was human tradition he was told. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Narayana

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Southern Systems Bazaar Expo
Exhibition Hall, West
[member="Mara Merrill-Valkner"] | [member="Hylocereus"] | [member="Allana Badeaux"]

Fiolette noticed a younger woman who headed her way, she had to surmise that she was the Merrill half of the equation. Confirmation came with the introduction she gave both Mara and her husband a polite smile, "a pleasure to meet the two of you, and thank you I shall ensure that this gets proper care." She gestured with the flower in hand and was careful to set the pamphlet behind the flower with care holding both between her hands. "Now if I were to hazard a guess," without getting a look directly at the pamphlet or booth, "being who you are there is something to do with ships?" It also helped that Kit gave her something of a run down that equaled out into an entire sentence.

"So, Mr. and Mrs. Valkner please tell me in your words about your company and what your overall goals are."

Mara herself looked to be older than Fio's own Lucinyia and for a moment she thought of her eldest child Ferrathias. Goodness he must be just over forty by now, but she pushed the thought out of her mind and focused on her azure gaze on both Hylo and his wife Mara. The Galidraani stood with shoulders square, back straight and head held high years of the governess balancing books on her head and drilling posture into her head combined with military life made this just an everyday stance for her. However, she was interested to hear what both of them had to say for themselves. Jorus had been quite dear to Fiolette since her retirement and been largely responsible for where she took Primo Victorian in her first days after the First Order. So here she looked to repay the favor as it were.

Meanwhile, Kit sat at Primo Victorian's booth and looked at the information passed to her by Rae. Shed and Ao were busy interviewing potential investments and prospective employees in a semi-private area behind the booth. "Alright, time to see about getting Her Majesty over here," Kit said aloud and flipped through the screens, "oh, here we go looks like the bids are being confirmed so."

:: Thank you, Your Majesty for your bid on Primo Victorian Lot L. We hope the Kirehe meets your needs satisfactorily, we also welcome you to speak with us at your leisure regarding possible private contract options. Sincerely, Kataryn Galeway, Executive Vice President ::

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: Narayana Galactic Trade Station; Exhibition Hall​

Wearing: A white dress, not wearing the rainbow crown, and wearing a SSB Auction Wristband​

Shortly after saying goodbye to Mara and her husband Hylo had started to comminute to walk in the direction she was going into. She had just finally taken the last few sips of the berry fruit smoothie. Luckily within view was a trash bin located next to a holo map pillar.

While tossing the garbage into the bin she received a message.

~The Message~​

:: Thank you, Your Majesty for your bid on Primo Victorian Lot L. We hope the Kirehe meets your needs satisfactorily, we also welcome you to speak with us at your leisure regarding possible private contract options. Sincerely, Kataryn Galeway, Executive Vice President ::​

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“Interesting”, Allana said out loud to no one in peculiar. She did go over to the holo map to get an idea of where the Primo Victorian Booth was. “It looks like we will have to back track”, Allana found the booth on the map.​

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That just happened to be in the direction [member="Mara Merrill-Valkner"] and [member="Hylocereus"] had went in. Little did Alla know [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] was currently speaking to the young married couple. Not that Allana knew who she was yet.​