Imperial Court of the Blood Dragon Shogunate

[Fletcher]

The room's doors open quickly, as Edison Trent had finally arrived to the delegations. With the opening of the door he could sense he just walked into a minefield of politics and anger.

"Sorry I'm late, there are so many enemies to you guys that its hard to see who are your friends. With this in mind, I think that we all understand that our friends are dwindling while our enemies are all eyeing the men and women that are in your organizations."

Trent looks toward the Blood Dragons delegates.

"I know you guys like your traditions and are very aggravated with The Order. But are you going to let that get in between your survival and goal of retaking the Kusari government and holdings?"

Trent now glares at The Order delegates.

"Now then you guys, don't even get me started. You do poke and prod in the places where your never welcome. But, you do want to stop the Nomad threat and that allows me to put up with you guys."

Trent now leans against a wall in the room.

"I've said my piece."

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