Negotiations

[*Rainbow Prism]

"Sounds like I missed out on something fun." There was a flash of teeth when lips parted.

"I think I can do it, but I would like to know more so that my ignorance would not spark something bad in debate. Like, how did we get Factol of Red Death to start such talks?"

[*Selebius]

"The Factol herself cannot speak in her current condition but I am in contact with Swan's Song and he agreed to send someone to negotiate on the Mercykiller's behalf.

If you take the mission make them suffer a bit but not too much. Indeed if they could be turned to see us as their friends and Allies there might be even some profit in this. But remember- we are not their fools."

He flashes a wide grin then continues.

"Beside of what we already talked about you can also demand a share of loot from the camp or perhaps an increase in taxation for a month. What exactly will be up to you. Do not squeeze them dry, do not let them come off too easily."

Leaning back he sizes the Drow up.

"Can you do this?"

[*Rainbow Prism]

There was a thump of gloved fist on the chest plate of golden hue.

"You bet I am! When do I start?"

[*Rainbow Prism]

Coming back to the cabinet of the Factol, Sillxhistraja entered, this time without rapping on the door.

"Well, our forces can count on the Mercykiller support in Arborea. I did not ask much. I believe that a share of the loot from the illegal housing that is not part of taxes will be a nice bite. The Sensates are rich, after all. And illegal places usually have fun things hidden."

[*Selebius]

The Factol looks up from his work, listens to what the woman has to say. When she ended he gives a sharp nod.
"Good. Now as the formalities are dealt with we shall give them their Factol. Well done, Factotum.Return to your duties. And Fernalit : next time knock."

[*Rainbow Prism]

"Aye aye, boss!" There was a burst of movement, the girl scurrying away in lighting fast scramble behind the door.

Now, there were other problems to address to...