"I am pleased to meet you, Quartrin'dor." Finexia replied evenly, raising an eyebrow for a moment, then lowering it. "As to that? That is a complicated question. To be perfectly honest, I have no pressing<em>need</em>of your aid. Merely your indifference. However, I would<em>like</em>your aid. Perhaps putting my plans in perspective could help."<br/><br/>"At present I have captured the heirs to two elven nations, those of the dawn elves and dusk elves, and convinced one to wed me. I have set plans into motion to capture the holy city of Bastion and turn it into my stronghold, at which point I intend to conquer the surrounding lands and the nations of my princesses. None of this is fully out of reach, and with every passing week my army grows stronger." Finexia told the woman. "Now, I would<em>like</em>to include the drow in my new nation. Your aid could be invaluable to me. However, if the price is too high, I don't see the point to it. The question is... what, pray tell, is the problem that your people are facing. And what price would they pay to have it dealt with?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Diplo: 19+21(22)=40(41)