Gems, Supplies, Allies and Shady Deals

[Moberg]

Lucia Wattenscheid rhytmically taps her fingers, annoyed by a slight twitch in the graph that portrays the value of Iridium. The power of her impatience refocuses on the discussion at hand. The victorious look on his face is met with an apathetic stare.

"Hmpf. That could work, perhaps. As long as we display ourselves within the bottom pit that is 'their level'. There is no cure for their savagery. We have to endure it until they have served their purpose."

Rolling his eyes, Luminus glared at Lucia.

"And how do you want to make that work? How should the Corsairs associate these mercenaries with Daumann while anybody else is not supposed to associate them with Daumann? Revealing their true origin to the Council of Elders only might result in little advantages. They will not trust cameras, they want to see the mercenaries in action. What do we do with leaks? There's no way it'll remain a secret for long unless it is disclosed to the Elders, only."

With a bored look and hands folded in a perfect right angle, Luminus waits for Von-Geld to make his next move.