"I see. Oreads, is it?" Finexia leaned back, considering for a long moment, before she smiled. "I see. Well, let's skip the haggling. I've told you what I'd like. I want an alliance, or your group joining my kingdom, at least once it's... complete. I would like servants to aid in my endeavors for a time, until my success or failure. I will deal with this group... and your houses will provide me with a fitting bride that would be appropriate to my eventual station."