Artos listened as he matched her steps, his eyes taking in the sea before him. It was welcoming but it always held a hidden cruelty. It would take one in its embrace just as quickly as it would dash them across the rocks in a fit of rage. He raised an eyebrow at the notion that he was the only one of the two of them that was collecting information of the other. Everyone collected information, filled it away at the back of their minds never to see the light caress of conscious thought again. He merely kept his collected information more organized and readily available then others.
"Let us hope I know what it is you desire," Artos said, turning his head to look at her, meeting her eyes with his own darker shade. Her offer to lower her own taxes was a large offer. It would increase trade, but with their taxes still the same, they would reap larger benefits from it. The information she wanted could not be easy. Would it be about perspective rivals? The tension between the nations?
"So," Artos said, "What is it the Princess of Aries needs from the humble 'Shadowlord'?"