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Later. Much.

Does anyone have a problem with me inventing the nuke first? You can have spies if you want.

Present Day, Verveaux, Ventian Capital The royal family all sat around the circular table, sipping coffee and reading newspapers, not wanting to start the meeting until they had shaken off waking up at 3AM. The Tsar however was waiting for them to finish, drumming his fingers on the table as he looked between them, not touching his coffee which had gone cold by now.  "Are we all suitably ready for the meeting?" Voltus said dryly, waiting for his children to finish off their morning drinks and put down their papers, "good," Looking through his notes one last time he began, "We've all heard of the aggression that have transpired in Colongo I'm sure, so this is why I've brought you here so early. We need a stance on this, Ventium has been quiet about international affairs of this manner for a long time and frankly, it's a bad habit." He looked between his children for a response, he got none, "Give me some opinions," he moaned, "I'm not asking you to write essays!" All his children were older then twenty-one, the elections were coming up and they didn't have the courage to talk to their father, Voltus was screaming on the inside. Until his daughter, Katarinda, spoke up. "This really isn't an issue where we can sit on the fence," she began, "so we are going to need a firm concise decision on which side we choose to side with and frankly there is nothing that could warrant us to join either." Voltus nodded slowly in agreement. "Good," he mumbled, "any more?" he continued clearly. Leopold spoke up. "going off of what Kat said, I believe that yes, we must pick a side but it must be the right side, so it has to be the side that didn't start the aggression first and as of yet we don't know which one is the innocent party. I say we launch an..." he dragged off, forgetting the word that he wanted to use. "Enquiry," his older brother, Ericlis said, "the word you are looking for is Enquiry and yes that would yield us some information that would be rather valuable but I really think we should side with the Ereatian government, we have little to no allies and a navel base in their territory would be quite useful." he spoke professionally as if he knew what he was talking about but then he looked around, "Where is Felicity?" "Still at her conference in the north, but don't worry, she will be informed of our agreement," answered the Tsar, "Now all in favor of launching an investigation raise your hands." everyone raised their hands and the Tsar smiled, *'finally, we're getting somewhere.'* **Telegraph to: Ereatia** *To whomever it may concern within the Ereatian Government, the Ventian government intends on launching an investigation into recent violence that has transgressed in Colongo. The Ventian government would greatly appreciate the full or at least partial support of the government and transparency to help ease the process. We shall also be questioning both sides and draw a verdict as to help us gauge our international stance and possibly help clarify the situation to nations who are yet to have full understanding of the issue.* Present Day, Frigerré, Northern Mining City Felicity, completely mirroring her father, was drumming her fingers on the conference table, however there was no one there as there was down south. She'd been pulled from the relatively warmer mountain top capital to oversee a convention up north, it about minerals and the mining industry, it probably would have been enjoyable if she were just a guest and not a solicitor, but alas her position was predetermined. The conference was 3 days of solid buying and selling of ores and tools, many contacts had been handed out but arguably the most important was to be handed out on the last day (the present day), a trade license with Ventium. A trade license had never been issued to a foreign country and therefore things in bulk couldn't be shipped back and forth, but with this license a whole new world of trade would be opened up for both sides and this prospect was tantalizing for the foreign delegations present in the frozen north. Looking outside the window, Felicity found that it was still pitch black, like someone had drawn blackouts out side, it was 3 in the morning and around her were empty cups of coffee, she was tired waiting for the delegations to arrive to start the meeting and was almost tempted to give the license to the next person who walked through those doors, but she knew to not do that and the decision weighed heavily on her mind. However soon she heard the sounds of distant auto-mobiles driving up to the conference center and true to their sound, headlights were lighting up the blackness a distance away.  Putting on her poker face and clearing away the mugs, she waited, waited for the immense croud of ambassadors and resource ministers to beg her for a contract only one would get. And this brought her a tingle of pleasure, this was her day, no one else's just hers. **Copy of Trade License** *In accordance with the trading laws of the state, the individual or organization that possesses this document has the soul proprietary rights to trade with The Tsardom of Ventium any amount of raw resouce that they so choose and without the impediment of tariffs, exchange rates, taxation on certain goods etc. However the Tsardom and the second party hold full rights to refuse a trade offer in accordance with the document, Nevertheless if a trade is initatited and payed for, may the payment be full or partial, the amount of resource must equate to the sum payed, if not then the party who sent in adequate resource will have to pay back excess value in money. ...Several Clauses Later... Signature one:  Signature two: Additional Signature:*

Vis nodded to Koric's offer of a fire, turning away, he walled towards the other side of the pier, making sure to watch out for rotted planks as he went, not wanting to break through into the green grey water bellow. At the end of the dock was the bear, Laying down on the dirt as opposed to the spongy wood, probably for the same reason Vis didn't want to step on ruined planks. As he walked past the bear, he ran his hand over it's fur, admiring it's size and fluffiness, 'kinda like teddy.' thought Vis. A few yards past the wolf was the fire pit Koric was talking about, it was clear he'd been waiting for all these people for a while because there was layer of ash over upon layer of ash in the pit. Sticking his hand into the pit, Vis grabbed a fistful of ash and pocketed it, turned to the pile of twigs and wood nearby Vis proceeded to pick up the driest pieces and placed them into the pit. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a flint and still and proceeded to light the fire. It started with a crackle and within a few moments was burning away happily, he poked at the fire with his rapier occasionally, shifting pieces of lumber so the fire could get air.

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Noticing that his face and scar was still exposed, Vis pulled his scarf up over his nose, covering his lower face. He had pulled it down during the boat ride, feeling comfortable that the old man wouldn't react. "Vis," he answered, the 's' coming out as a 'th' because of the hole in his mouth, "Vith Thtarkweather," the 'th' sounds coming from his speech gave him great uncomfort, "The letter wath forwarded to me by Duke Fezeaux, from Thorik (Sorik)." He decided that would be the last thing he would say, waiting to be asked a question or talked to, his voice was embarrassing him.

The lake was still, therefore the only ripples that formed on it were from the little row boat, that paddled across the blue surface. He had hired the little dingy from an equally little settlement on the other side of the lake, and was being taken across by an old man that didn't sat much. Apparently he had known where the dock was, he had worked there when it was open, it had been a fishery long ago but he said it was "in ruins now." Vis was sat in the front of the canoe, looking out across the lake with his eye peeled, looking our for the dock in question. Soon it came into view and it truly was in the state of disrepair that the old man had described it, missing planks (lots of missing planks), rotting timber and the husks of long decayed warehouses overlooking the piers. Scanning the dockland, he noticed a man on one of the better condition docks. Vis pointed to it and the man nodded, steering towards it and stopping with a bump as it touched the log beams. Climbing off Vis flipped a silver to the elderly boatman and he proceeded to row away. "I'm assuming you are the contact," Vis said, his voice sounding winded because of the chunk of cheek missing, "nice bear."

Bumpity.

Why not, I'll do this.

I'm in.