Island raiser

[Anastasia]

"Then of course, we will ensure none do, as is standard," Sir Clearblade says.

Madala eyes him, "It doesn't seem unusual or unreasonable. To speak bluntly, a certain level of self enrichment, within a nation's rules and acceptable to the ruler, is expected for diplomats. Mercantile considerations primarily, but other opportunities can happen."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa allows Madala to ask her questions, watching the diplomat for any hint of falsehood.

[Anastasia]

Give me a Sense Motive check.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+11+22 Sense Motive/Cunning Knowledge
<Penuche> Iddy invokes Penuche's magic: < 38 > [d20=5]

[Anastasia]

Lord Clearblade seems on the level - no signs of lying, he feels like he's speaking the truth.

"Sometimes certain things are set up, and there naturally can arise entirely legitimate means of gaining coin by your station," he replies, smiling faintly. "It is understood that sometimes this happens. It is a question between the two nations."

[Iron Dragoon]

"If such an opportunity should arise for any diplomat, they would be subject to all trade laws and taxes, as any other merchant would. Any type of business conducted by a diplomat would reflect on them and their position."

[Anastasia]

"Of course," Sir Clearblade agrees, "His Majesty eagerly awaits your reply to this offer."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I'll think on it, and consult with my advisors. Be assured that we take your offer with all due respect and recognize its value. You're welcome to stay and enjoy a... working vacation, shall we call it."

[Anastasia]

Anything more to do with him, then?

[Iron Dragoon]

Not really.

[Anastasia]

Any prep before dealing with the third and probably least one?

[Iron Dragoon]

Nah. Daily spells should be good enough.

[Anastasia]

The woman who enters wears a hood and has sallow features, fairly unremarkable and a bit short. Yet she enters and merely nods to Alyssa, "Greetings," she offers.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hello. I apologise for the delay. I wasn't expecting your visit and had to take care of of what was already arranged. I am Alyssa Songsteel. Who might the Mageocracy's representative might be?"

[Anastasia]

The woman pulls back her brown hood, wearing simple robes of brown with golden trim. Her face is drawn and weathered, old. Nonetheless she has a strong gaze and a stronger face - almost manly and with a scar deeply sliced into her right cheek. "Merrala of Dalewall," she answers, voice that of an old woman.

"Hi," Emily greets her, "It's pleasant to meet you."

Madala is quietly watching her, at least for the moment.