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Still on my way to the Academy, running a little late thanks to one of my fits. I arrive, noticing no one is outside I imagine everyone has moved on towards, and into, the dormitories. Huh, I must be quite late I think to myself. I check my room number, and pull out a keycard I'm carrying in my jacket pocket. I decide it's best to head straight there, though first I'd have to figure out where 'there' is of course. Despite my lack of foreknowledge on the layout of the building, I manage to get my bearings and find room 201. "This place's layout is bizarre for sure" I reassure myself out loud. I swipe the keycard and gently open the door. I notice 2 girls and a swarm of wasps. Stunned on what is in front of me I'm not entirely sure what to say, not being good with introductions in the first place.

I manage to force out a "Hey" and hope that'll suffice for a friendly introduction.

I confirm that they were rebels, and not under my influence. I also notify you that I will be discussing this with other people of power in my nation, on deciding where the trade-route will be kept open.
A group of Rebel Durans have made their way to Death's Grasp, by sneaking onto trade ships. They are clad in armour, sporting the symbol of Khorn. They stand outside the entrance of the cove, slamming their amateur made axes on the ground over and over again calling out any sort of resistant to fight them. They spout racist comments towards the people of Death's Grasp. There's roughly around 2 dozen of the rebels.
My people are slightly nervous about foreign encounter, increasing foreign tensions on Duran.
The trade is accepted, but more of my men are sent to guard the trade-route, causing tension among Uvin's people.
The gift is accepted, the wood and berries are stored. The hardwood is put to use into small construction.
I return to my island, leaving a diplomat and a couple of my men to secure a trade-route and begin to learn their language and in return teach them ours.
My diplomats, after much effort, get across the request if the Uvians would be willing to trade their woods for slave-labour.
My diplomats inform me that they are unable to speak our language, so to which I unsheathe my blade and point it towards the people of Death's Grasp currently on their ship as a warning of the Dark Alliances.
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