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<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-g">“Please, Kairos. Let us not stand on ceremony between friends.”</span></span> Militades waves his colleague off with a vaguely annoyed expression, but his delight returns as he switches to heavily-accented Cantonion when addressing you directly. <span class="mu-i">“At last we meet again, honoured Exoria. You cannot know what joy is in my heart to repay the favour to one who lent his sword in our soldier’s time of need. A few more warriors such as we under the same banner and it will be the Empire of old born again!”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“I can hazard a guess at what my forefathers would say about the restoration of the empire business…”</span> Howling expletives from the ghosts of their ashes, most likely. Never in its history has the Dragon Guard, or at least its Canton cohort, partaken in any offensive action against the homeland direct. Although there are some black names in the pages of history who shed the blood of their crusading brothers here. You will be damned before you find yourself among them, although this is probably neither the time nor place to voice such convictions. <span class="mu-i">“But I am here to undertake my term of service as tradition permits.”</span>
Militades looks like he is about to say something with a smirk, but then shakes his head and thinks better of it. <span class="mu-i">“Then for two years we are comrades, better than for two years of being enemies! Come, come. We have much catching up to do.”</span>
The back-and-forth between the High Caste rivals takes a somewhat mulled tone at the departure of your party and that of the Stratiokas. By effectively ignoring the debacle, and in a seamless manner through the greet of an old acquaintance, you have somewhat defused the situation. You may not have covered for the Merchanta’s overstep, but you have also not handed the Medusae an excuse to drive home the point and embarrass their political rivals much more than they already have.
You doubt that the Medusae will allow this little charade of the Merchanta’s to continue with future applicants, a small victory, but nothing that will topple the mercantile power base that is so clearly entrenched in every part of the greater City at large.
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