Return to Touli [ Roskana - Valdera]

[Kira]

"Suitable arrangements to be made, I assure you. We can offer a great deal of mineral and raw export, be gold, gems or metals be your fancy." Dravos said, the carriage passing from the docks to the roads of Old Town. Outside, many of the people were bundled up for the coming winter already, the farmers markets and last calls for sale ringing out. Continuing, Dravos moved to take out a bottle a wine from a inner cupboard as he spoke. "For repayment, our civilian industry could very well use your investment. A number of projects are to be seen to under the new government, from schools and clinics being built, to new mining equipment to be purchased and us trained in it's use. Be it either by an exchange of equitable resources or a loan payment, we are more then happy to strike a deal"

The man finished pouring himself a glass, placing the bottle down on the small serving table built into the carriage "Beyond that, a embassy can be easily be established here in the foreign quarter. I would like to however ask if an embassy of our own could established within your own capital. We have a number of scholars who have sought to travel aboard for study, and an embassy if nothing else would offer them a starting point for their travels"

[VoxApocrypha]

"I think that we can certainly arrange to assist in the endeavors for clinic construction and helping build schools. I think that in exchange for that we could take recurring payments of gold and various raw materials vital to our industrial sector, and perhaps lend assistance in helping train your miners in the operation of some of our mining equipment. As well, we would welcome a Valderan Embassy in Auran." The Festria said, as he would use his hand to hold the beverage, as they passed over a bump in the road.

[Kira]

The High Marshal nearly spilled his drink as they passed over the bump, the man managing a sip before placing the glass in a holder.
"A fine prelude to our meeting proper, this has been. Although I know you spoke of not being able to provide military support, the nature of the tactics being used on the battlefield has advanced far beyond the Republic's own. To that end, I must ask if it is possible to design an aircraft for the needs of the Mil'Nor in mind?"

[VoxApocrypha]

"We can design it. But we don't have the necessary manufacturing capacity to make any significant number of them ourselves, or to ship them here." He would state simply. "There are a number of Roskanan defense companies that may be interested in working with you on that."

[Kira]

"The design alone is what we are looking, at the very least" The Marshal took another sip of his wine, the carriage soon to arrive at the Castle proper. "Their help will be amply rewarded by whatever means we have to offer, of that I can assure you. Beyond our own needs however, what else can we offer you during these trying times? I do not doubt you have come seeking your own gain in these lands"

[VoxApocrypha]

"We are looking to re-establish our presence in Touli, and as well to potentially work towards helping industrialize Valdera to our benefit." He'd say. "As well, we have a vested interest in extracting information out of Touli regarding the recent warfare, and Marrlanian sources are not entirely good enough considering they were not the largest participant in the conflict to this point. If what I have heard is right, the League did kill over 500,000 men in the span of about two months." He'd say.

"As for the design, then I think that won't be hard to arrange. You'd just have to directly contact a company in Roskana." He'd tell them. "Or we can put you into contact with one or more."

[Kira]

"If you seek to observe the ways of war being conducted here, we are more then happy to sell the right to such information. The Deacon has been taking a handle on our matters with the Xagreau, so I'm more then sure she'll be willing to talk business" Dravos responded, the mil'nor turning his gaze outside the carriage as the convoy arrived. Rising quickly from his seat to exit, he'd start along the path towards the castle proper. High walls of old stood around the structure, with a formal armed guard joining the group moving forward.

"Perhaps an ally of yours could be contracted for the production? We know little of the deeper relationships in the Old World, I must admit." He continued, the main entryway having led to an immediate mix of a throne room and feast hall. Gold and sliver was proudly on display amid the décor, with some gemstones nearly the size of a human fist. Paintings dressed the walls, with the mix split between old oil paintings depicting the rise of the clans, and a few proper pictures taken of prominent military staff. Leading the assembled Roskanan group through the wings of the castle, they'd pass through the heavyset doorframe of the Frozen Council's chamber. Seating was faced towards the center of the circular room, with three podiums dividing the room into "groups" Several busts, portraits and statues adorned the extremities of the room, with the former politics of the Clans still apparent in the theming of the room. Behind the podium directly facing the entrance stood the Deacon, with several officers filling the seats behind her. To the left, state officials could be seen eyeing the entering group, their concurrent podium empty. The right of the room was bare, it's purple colorings having clearly been recently cleaned.

The Deacon rose a hand as the assemblage entered, a smile clear on her face as she spoke aloud.
"Welcome, and thank you for coming friends. I know this may seem a bit strange, but with who you described coming along for this meeting, our own system of doing things seemed a bit helpful. If you will please take your seats to the right, and have he who leads you come to the podium, I shall explain"

[VoxApocrypha]

The Roskanan delegation would take in the gold and jewels, impressed but not cowed. Wealth was certainly a sign of power but among Roskanans it didn't matter in the same way as other signs of power typically did, and despite it the Roskanans were taking notes more so of the cultural features than they were of the jewels. It did bring to mind how much they could hope to buy from them in the future.

Stepping forwards the Festria leading the delegation would move to the Podium, while the rest would reluctantly start to take seats.
When he reached it, he would look at them, raising an eyebrow. "Do explain, since you got me curious and people who like to stand to sit." He'd say.