Freeport Nine--Conference Room 6

[Dourden4]

Silvan took a sip from the glass of rum Jose had poured for him.

Indeed this is a fine drink. And hopefully we can drink more in celebration after these talks!

Silvan watched the the sudden flurry of activity in the conference room, trying to keep a mental tally of those who would be attending. So far it seemed that Elders Benitez and Epsi were present, with a third possibly on the way and He, Mr Ferguson and this Sebastion would be the Zoner reps. Getting a slight headache, Silvan looked at the guards

Right, As Mr. Mannock has said, from here on, only those actively in these talks are allowed in this room. That means me, Sebastion, James and the Corsair Elders. Thats it.

Silvan nodded to the guards. Who proceeded to shepard everyone else else out of the room.

Now then, that should ease the chaos in this room. And oh yes before i forget.

Silvan pushed a button on his commpad, and a few moments later a procession of Zoners came in and set down a variety of foods on the tables to the side of the room, and swiftly left. Silvan looked at the others and smiled

You cant negotiate on an empty stomach and expect to get anything done.

If no one has any objections, we will wait for a short while longer for the others to arrive and then begin our discussions.

Silvan sat back in his chair, slowly drinking the rum from his glass

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