A Critical Meeting

[Thexare]

Paracusia poured themselves a glass and consulted their tablet. Of course, the Ministry of Intelligence had already made their decision, but there was value in the show. They looked up from the device and smiled slightly. "Escher is in agreement with Harry here. Local conditions are somewhat less than ideal for a Storta, and our maintenance facilities are somewhat limited." Taking a sip from their glass, though not recognizing the brew, they glanced back down at their notes. Right, I need to check with the Endecotts after this about the Premonition's power grid. Again.

Returning the device to their coat and leaning forward, Paracusia's smile faded and their voice took on a more serious tone. "There are two requests the Commission would make, however. First, our neighbors are not the most reliable sorts. Should an emergency arise, we would appreciate your assistance in dealing with whatever crises may arise. Secondly... we expect that you will be travelling, and putting the vessel to work. There is a lot that can be learned from those travels, and we would welcome any information that may be of use to us." They smiled softly and leaned back in their chair, relaxing a little. "We're not asking you to be a spy - intelligence work is not at all what the movies would say. It's much less infiltration, and much more information analysis. Just, you know, share anything that seems significant. Odd Navy movements, sudden changes in shipping, that sort of thing."

Their beer had been sipped some, but clearly Perry was taking a practiced slowness to it to keep their wits sharp.