"We've not really co here to have a fight, because conflict with you wouldn't be considered a right, but rather a Massacre. But we've co in capacity to give you the respect you deserve and listen to what ever suggestions you or deals you feel you want to put in the table, this is the ti to do. Depending on how profitable we see your deals, we won't blast you and your quaint little town to pieces." Rezar didn't like threats, that much was a well known obvious fact of his, though it seems not all of his enemies get the mo.
"I don't like threats, and quite frankly I would like to see what you people can do to , believe when I tell you I can match you blow for blow if it cos down to it." Rezar said with a stern look on his face.
"is that so? Well what about resources, what about manpower and allies. You've conquered everything that has stood in your way so far and you've succeeded well with it, but don't flatter yourself to think that the small group of warships you see over there are the only forces the Dustin Crowe rchant company can unleash on an Enemy.
This is just a small show of power and what we can actually do to you is worse, much, much worse. However I think we realized mutual destruction is not the answer, each of those ships cost a small fortune to make or buy, and the soldiers we trained and the adventurers we hire also cost money. We have a lot of it, but it's not a bottomless pit.
A council of elders has thought upon our stance with you, and we realize a conflict with you is not in our best interest. Not when you can take everything we send your way and throw it right back at us, the fact that you turned one of our best assets into an undead that can only answer to you should you so chose is prove that you're dangerous. We've seen you angry and frankly speaking we don't care, what we don't want is to see you desperate as that won't do us any good. So I hope we can co to an amicable agreent and keep the violent tendencies aside."
The person who had spoken was the man I stead of the woman this ti, but from his interactions with them, he realized they were basically playing the good cop bad cop routine, with the woman being the bad cop and the man being the good cop. But they were still fiercely holding on to their stance of power to ensure that whatever deal was made, it would be made as equals with Rezar, and not show any weakness, but then again it could all just be a trap, this was politics after all.
"What are your nas?" Rezar asked, as he released his tense muscles, but still kept his awareness open in case they ca up with any sort of unsavory plans.
"Tyrese and Tyrene Crowe. We're two of the 5 heads of the Crowe rchant company. Developing the company's interest in Bahrenburg is our responsibility, and we hope we can have a good partnership with you." The woman; Tyrene said to him as Rezar raised an eyebrow and said.
"I ca to you before and your damn dog! Oh sorry, he's my dog now. Decided to be completely rude and tried to kill and take my Priest. Just so you don't know I'm an incredibly selfish person, if you want a Priest, then go get your own." Quentin shifted awkwardly at being called a dog, his pale skin seed to get paler in either anger or embarrassnt, but the twins only looked at themselves for a bit before Tyrese started talking.
"The mistake lies with him and then he for not disciplining him properly. The rchant company has a long and extensive relationship with the church of Yahweh, and Quentin is a Combat Monk raised within the monasteries of the church. A lot of factors ca into play as the church doesn't tolerate death class holders, and the company already has a bit of bad blood down with you when you fought off of prospectors and decided to take over what can be considered the most pri location in all of Bahrenburg for yourself. We want to or rather our aim was to eliminate you. And he was still under the notion that it was our current directive.
Quentin Practically runs the town as we have our main base past the canyons of Toromont. He's actions were completely his own, and I'm sure he has paid the price for it. And we also apologize for the altercation, we brought a gift to make up for it." Out of nowhere, a nondescript wooden chest shaped up in front of Rezar, it was massive, about a ter tall and wide in all of it's diaters. And when it was Opened, it was filled to the brim with Platinum coins.
It wasn't just Rezar who was shocked, he could hear Priest gulping in shock as Kitagawa took a startled step backwards. This was a whole lot of money, much more than anyone of them ever expected to have seen in one sitting, and it was not in good, it was in fucking platinum. With this much money and Alistair's modifications of blueprints, the Town that the village would upgrade to wouldn't be your standard fantasy town, but one that would be closer to what 24th century earth looked like, it might even be a whole lot better.
Rezar felt Priest nudge him, the young King had to restrict the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance and exasperation, even more so because he knew they had left their greed for that but pile of coins exposed to the people they're supposed to be Negotiating with. It was a weakness, and he knew they would take advantage of it, but maybe it wasn't so bad, as long as he knew how to here their greed to his own advantage, conflict or not, it doesn't change the fact that the Dustin Crowe rchant company would be a very big asset to not only Necron, but Morte Bianca as a whole. Rezar looked up at them and said shoots spreading his hand towards Necron.
"Welco to Necron my friends, and if you would be so inclined to co with and let host you for the day, let's talk business."
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