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SINIB:
Eruraviel

"We'd love to." Eruraviel interjected. Her hair billowed out into a mane at the force of the gust, and her long ears were now laying flat against her neck for protection from the gale.

She reached inside her tank and withdrew a silver container studded with small gems. From within wafted a dry earthy smell unlike any experienced in this world or another. She pushed it over to Serra's side of the table and opened it up for the congresswoman. Inside was exquisitely ground and preserved tea from the elf's personal collection.

"I have no designs on capturing or harming your citizens in any capacities whatsoever." Eruraviel finally replied to Serra's comment. "Nor will I be interfering with your goddess's affairs, nor harming their wellbeing. My goals are far more benign—I simply wish to create a place for elves of all types to congregate and live in safety, and to free any of my people currently trapped in bondage—as the leader of the Congressional Punitive Caucus and the chairwoman of the Comittee on Armed Forces, I feel we may have a common group of foes we wish to see defeated?"

Her eyebrow raised, the beautiful gem embedded in her fofehead gleamed with power.

Bern:
Amanda

"Tea would be lovely."

The Chancellor of Pine Garden simply leaned back as she was undeterred by the annoyance shown by the Congresswoman. For now she would let Eru say what she wanted to see where that topic would take them. Besides the longer she spent time with her, the more the desire for Amanda would grow. Oh her charm was quite insidious, it wasn't blatant mind control unless you were mentally feeble, but would you truly say no to a super hot girl who's personality you'd find more and more delightful the longer you spent with them?

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

It spoke to the congresswoman's fortitude that she was able to turn the bulk of her attention to Eruraviel, and her delightfully scented tea. Indeed, she did accept a cupful of it, and took a sip as she listened to the elf's brazen appeal to her interests. Her eyes widened almost as soon as the flavor of it struck her tongue, and did a double take. "This is quite good." And then another sip, just to be on the safe side.

It was the first moment the young woman had apparently put her guard down, but then she seemed to come back to herself and placed the cup down, before coughing into her hand.

"So, you wish to see those who enslave your kind punished. That is indeed common cause against these heretics. Tell me, what aid are you willing to offer in this task?"

SINIB:
Eruraviel

Eruraviel lazily wagged her finger, and the pot of tea hovered over to Amanda and cleanly poured out a cup of her best tea, purchased directly from angelic merchants. "I wish for more than just that, Lady Drosa. I have two demands—one, I wish all of my captured brethren to be turned over to me for protection. It has become clear to me that there is no safe place for the elven race within the limits of this city. Second..."

Again, Eruraviel casually waved her hand. In a puff of shimmering smoke, a detailed map of Nexus City appeared. She then slammed her finger onto the slaver-state of Alaba."I am seeking to establish a city under my protection, a place elves and all those friendly to our race can call home." In an instant, a neat border between Columbia and the forest grew, leaving Columbia annexing the western breakaway states while a new color absorbed the far east. "Of course, I have no pretensions on this land without an official treaty, and the aid which I would be willing to offer would be–ah, how do you humans say it?-proportional."

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

It wasn't exactly correct to call the Nexus a 'city', but to an elf who lived in those deep and foreboding woods it might seem that way. Serra spent the time it took to form that observation sliding the map closer to herself so she could look at it better without leaving her seat, or distracting her from this really nice tea. "Is that aid granted in the taking of the land, or aid commensurate with the lost economic opportunity from ceding it to you afterward?"

She was very obviously calculating the value of it while tracing her finger along the intended border. Then, she looked from the map to Amanda again. Not just because she was nice to look at either. "And what is your role in her new enclave, if any? Is it to come under Pine Garden's wing?"

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