Private Barracks/Imperial Condos Jungle in a Bell Jar

[Duchess Dusk Rainblade]

Dusk stood as well to match the lynx's motion, observing diplomatic protocol. She could see he'd caught the drift of her subtle invitation to make himself at home, and she was sure he was clever enough to make sure nothing arose that would cut his visit short. She was quite curious to see what this forceful wildcat could accomplish in the Harbor.

She chuckled at the question regarding the collection in the room. "We have agents all over the world, my friend," she noted, gesturing to the riot of beautiful death on display. "Our ministry has historically awarded bonuses to those who bring us fresh samples of new and exciting specimens. Some of the ones most familiar you you are a bit older than the rest, of course, but as you can see, we have gone to great pains to ensure that every plant is satisfied with its care. Of course," she added, looking up at the cat, "if relations are normalized between our lands, I may be inclined to visit myself to obtain fresh samples. I do so love to travel, and have so few opportunities for it these days."

 

[Tal'Rakan]

Rakan nodded and gave once more full bow, spreading his plumage with his arms. "Thank you for your answer Hikh Priestess. I am sure Phoenixes will invite your enlikhtened preinkkh to learn and teach alike." He said and rose up again. There was much to be done but for now he needed to wait for the document he delivered to be formally accepted into a treaty. The Lynx's duty was done for now and he was excited almost with how well it was concluded. A potential of glory, making name for his kin and Phoenixes through his paws? Technologies, even in limited but assured amounts? Trade and formalized relations? All in all, he felt like he excelled at not only what he was entrusted with by the Phoenixes, but also with making most of it.

For the last time today he turned to Dusk. "Holy one, I am thrilled at what is to come. For now I shall no longer prother you. Should The Solar Fox decide upon their decision for Phoenixes offer, deliverinkh it onto my ship at..." He struggled with numbers in this language for he was used to base of five. "Five fives and two... two fives were called ten prut... five?" He muttered before realizing he is making a fool of himself. "At the far end of Fishminster's Dock. We paint our ships prlue so I do not douprt your people will find it. Once more I thank you for you time, prlessings and willinkhness to converse with this mortal. Humprly, I hope I shall meet you akhain." He now only waited for a cue to leave before exiting to find the assistant mentioned earlier.