[color=00aeef]Alaskan Federation[/color] 

Sitting back in his seat North reached for a flask and poured himself a glass, a thick honeyed substance flowed out. "Then to Kimball, a fool who knew no equal, may he at least find some peace where he goes." Victoria nodded but hadn't taken a glass up herself. The mead flowed slowly down the glass and across his beard dripping in odd places before North brought the clear glass down. 

"He was a coward, undeserving of a honorary send off. But still, may the gods take pity on the man." Spoke Victoria as her aid sat down a tray of various Vegas foods. Taking up the strange mixed salad with mutfruit and Yucca she looked oddly at it.

Swiping the remaining mead off his chin North stood and watched the Legion delegates leave before striding over to the Midwestern Brotherhood. "I had hoped we could meet after this, I had a matter to discuss. One you might find interesting. Perhaps we can meet later at my room, 108?" [@Tiberius67]