Haviir waited for sometime before the herald returned. The guards were looking at his party with such curiosity. It was clear that they had not been far outside of their country, for Volantian dress was incredibly similar to that of Ashkaran or even Avalon of old. Still he allowed them to look over his guards. When the herald returned he guided Haviir up to the queen. He wished she was closer to the entrance, for he was still tired from the long ride. As the herald opened the doors to the queen, Haviir entered.
"Ah Queen Caemryn, it's good to see you again and in such good health too. I haven't seen you since your father's funeral, bless his soul. Alas I have not come here to indulge in past memories, but to speak on behalf of business." He said, pulling up a seat to rest his weary legs. "I find time to be invaluable so I'll be blunt. I would you to consider giving me a loan. One million ducats would suffice. As for payment, I think you'd like what I have to offer." Haviir said. It was a ludicrous amount of money for the first loan, especially given his country's financial problems, but his payment on that loan would be too lucrative to pss up.