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Naluma was not easily deterred. Even as the harsh arguments reached her ears, the woman only found her smile widening. Her hands clasped at her waist and she waited, with a wondrous, glorious patience, for the council to finish. Once they did, she rose her chin and looked directly into the vresk's eyes.

"Not once did we expect charity, Councilor Vorsa Dek. We intend to repay the Zorocratic Union in full and begin a healthy relationship, if possible. Misrana is very bountiful in its resources. If you are starved, allow us, of the Nazuan Rebellion, to aid you in supplying what you need. If you need soldiers, we will supply soldiers. Should you need weapons, we will bring weapons. If it is food, I can only hope our cuisine is not too foreign. Only say the word and arrangements can easily be made." Her hands spread out before her, appealing to the council alongside her words.

"It is fully understandable, that you might be hesitant. I will answer any further concerns or questions you might have."

Fearlessly, she stood before them, a kitten grinning to a bear.