Akara listened to the others her eyes scanning the page handed to her. She listened intently to Aryia having heard so little about her. Tales make it across the sea but hers didn't that she was here had piqued Akara's curiosity now she was a little puzzled. Maybe she wasn't in touch with Albion as the natives were being from across the sea as she was but it sounded like Mistpeak didn't contribute alot to the country but was asking for quite a lot. No solders? No guns in the valley? And the only contributions to the nation are raw natural goods, it seemed like the scales weren't exactly even in her opinion. Besides it seemed kind of silly, the age of revolution was all around them and spreading, even if the king decided to keep out modern technologies for a while would the next king or the next? It seemed a little naive to think so, seemed better to start adapting now then putting it off.<br/><br/>Content to keep her thought to herself for the time she brushed back her coal black hair and shifted uncomfortably in the hard seat. She liked many of the things about the main land, their furnature wasn't one of them, it always took her months to adjust to not sleeping and sitting on the ground all the time.<br/><br/>The sound of the shot had her out of her seat and whirling around her blade in hand, her loose desert clothing still swirling around her when her body stopped and her eyes caught on the figure missing it head and the gun pointed at it. Her eyes narrowed at Ravus and Dracoat in turn, what was it about this place? Was respect of foreign concept here? Who shoots guns during a meeting? Or sets off howling figurines for that matter? She looked the the woman as she complained, her hands over her ears as if she was in pain. Had she never been in battle? It was really no louder just...diffrent. "Do you mind?" She asked dryly her accent lifting her words slightly.<br/><br/>With a last look of annoyance at the pair of men for the interuption she slipped her blade away and sat back down in the uncomfortable seat shifting lightly. Moving on as if nothing had happend she spoke once more, "Since becoming a part of Albion, Aurora has flourished. Trade between us and the main land has done extremely well, because of this we've been able to train more fighters and expand exploration into the open dessert. Aurora would gladly send a percentage of our fighters to join the ranks of royal guard to help restore it to it's former strength. Also because Aurorain traders have become so wealthy in the last year a new tax introduced to ocean crossing traders would do well. The traders won't be happy about watching a part of their wealth leave there pocket but better to tax the rich then over tax the poor." She said finishing crossing her legs in her seat and intertwining her fingers looking rather peaceful.