Eliza Dorcha was sitting in the chair at the far side of the table across from the Consort.  She wore a navy gown of expensive silk in a color that sparkled like the spiral arm of of the edge of the galaxy.  A large light blue frill that framed her head like a supernova.  Dark blue earings hung from her ears, and her blonde hair was bound in an intricate braid.  As surrogate mother spoke, she was silent, but rolled a glow-globe on the table around with her palm as she listened.<br/><br/><strong>"Left to our discretion?  I like the sound of that..."</strong>She tilted her head and looked around to the table at her companions,<strong>"There is no doubt in my mind that you all more then capable of strangling a baby in our own crib, but perhaps we should see what we can get from hm first?  If he's a spice trader, perhaps we can get him to give us the location of his Spice stash.  With that, we would be able to invest back into our own house, or give us a nice bit of leverage on our next job."</strong><br/><br/>A sinister smile crept upon her lips,<strong>"We should make it look like an accident.  I would hate to make the other members of the delegation feel... unsafe."</strong>