Sabine appreciated the sentiment, but she carefully brushed off Colours' hand from her shoulder when he spoke of using her alchemy in such a manner. "I do not think that would be appropriate," she said over a laugh. "The only thing for parties I make are hangover cures. I have been making them since I was a child." She turned her head to briefly give Colours a look. "I like challenging things. Like improving the antidote to the soul tearing gas."

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"Well..." Maroc gave the now partially mollified Lunise a brief look, before returning his eyes to Saras. "Let's go down the list. Secrecy, we can agree to. I do not require that you provide us with the locations of every clan after the war, only that the clans make contact so that they may cooperate with the Empire. Those that do not will be in a tenuous position according to Imperial law. It will be a similar situation for those in the Dominion. As for war..." Maroc paused to roll his lips, taking another slow breath. "I can tell you that the clans will not be required to fight. The legion will protect cooperating clans as if they were citizens of the Empire, as they...in all but a few respects still are. Of course, lycans that wish to join the legion of their own accord is not something facilitated right now, though I am sure the legion would have ears open to anything that could help them. Everything on the other side is Lunise's purview."

Maroc did not need to so much as move to signal Lunise's cue. She spoke directly, but without the venomous inflections of her previous outburst. "Much the same. However, the Dominion military is one built on experience, skill, and magical prowess. I foresee no intrinsic role for lycans in our ranks, except as fodder. Forcing that role is a waste of time."