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Roth was watching the man be cut into by Jeddah man's blade. It was an interesting sight, but rude, even if it was a Khalidoran feast. Just then a vanguard whispered in his ear that Moloch had entered the caste. As not to appear rude himself, Roth continued to eat his meal until he was finished. Then he departed to meet with his father's apparent ally.

The prince arrived to the room that Moloch was in only to catch the last bit of conversation between Tenanye and the Drake King. Religion and economics? Two races who treat magic completely differently would also have completely different views on the subject. He decided to enter.

"Of course my Goddess is quite different from either of yours, as well as my country's economic stance." Roth said as he entered the room with two of his vanguard behind him. He gave a nod towards Moloch. "I assume that you're here to discuss terms of an alliance with me and a trade agreement with Tenanye, am I right?" He asked the Drake King. It wouldn't be for any military pursuit that was for sure. Drake was too weak, too far away, and for all intents and purposes, too poor for such an endeavor. On the other hand no fae army could be an organized human force due to their weakness to iron, the staple of human weaponry. The only option left was the obvious one. Moloch must want Anansai's many exotic trade goods, that or something magic.