Gems, Supplies, Allies and Shady Deals

[Moberg]

Lucia Wattenscheid rhythmically taps her fingers on the table as she carefully listened to the questions and answers. Dividing her attention between the speakers and her phone, she looks rather bored and mentally absent. Hopefully, this is over soon. I will tear everybody apart if they make me miss my flight to Baden-Baden. Engulfed in her imagination about a sunny all-inclusive hotel, she still manages to catch pieces and bits from the discussion going on.

One particular thing caught her interest, though.
"If the Corsair Elders refused our proposal once, why should they agree to a different one now?" She leans forward. "Those savages know no trust to civilized people. I have indulged myself into e-books about their barbaric traditions. They are like animals, driven by instinct. In their savagery, their wear their rebellious honour and tradition like a suit of armor... They think it keeps them safe, but all it does is weigh them down and makes it harder for them to move."
She ponders for a while.
"Maybe we could show them that we're good with guns, too. We could provide some of our manufactured technologies or maybe .. show the results of our.." A smirk appears on her face. ".. crimson bunny hunt. Maybe these "warriors" will trust us when we lower us down to their level and prove our combat potential. Showing the hessians the Daumanns fangs, then telling our little Elders about it."

Irritated by that thought, she shakes her head and looks back to her phone to check the current market prices.