Gems, Supplies, Allies and Shady Deals

[Moberg]

Luminus Strahlemann sits on his chair, elegant and straight. Something itches him terribly. He can not make out what the source is. He ponders for a while, then moves the two pencils and the open folder a little so that they are perfectly parallel. That's better.

His hands folded, arms in perfect symmetry, Luminus clears his throat.
"Indubitably this would be a perfect solution. Daumann food transports into Bretonia that somehow find their contents poured into the ever open mouth of the Corsairs may find more attention than we desire, atleast on a long-term basis.
Herr Von-Geld, by proposing this, I assume you already have a solution to deal with hiding the tracks of the flowing money towards food producers, incase a certain local officer decides to stick his snout around and sniff for a while."

With perfect balance, Strahlemann leans back a little and waits.