A tall Bretonian figure walked into the darkened throne chamber. His presence was announced by a robed figure in the shadows.
"Mandalore John Cabot is here to address the Kanzler. He has followed proper protocols, and has been assigned this appointment."
A figure on a throne at the back of the room lifted its head and spoke. The voice's combination of age and resonant authority surprised the Bretonian.
"Let him speak."
The Mandalore began. "Herr Kanzler, we are disturbed by recent events. We, along with all other soldiers of fortune, are banned from Rheinland."
He paused, as if expecting acknowledgement of this basic fact, but was answered only by silence, and so continued;
"The Mandalorians wish an exemption from this new policy. We wish the freedom to continue to pursue our trade in Rheinland."
The Kanzler interrupted, with that disproportionately loud voice. "Why should we even consider this? Mercenaries have come to our land to claim bounties on the heads of our pilots, MY loyal servants! What could we possibly gain from this?"
"Herr Kanzler, we can help each other. We will assist you against the Slaver's Union, if you allow us to pursue our livelihood in your space. Furthermore, you have my word that none of my men would pursue the bounty against your pilots. The penalty for a Mandalorian who breaks the word of the Mandalore, is uniquely severe. His life, and the lives of his immediate family, are forfeit. And this penalty has seldom needed to be enforced."
There was silence, then the whispers of advisors, barely audible. The Kanzler spoke;
"We are unable to answer this request at this time. We must carefully consider your offer, and we will respond in due course."
Some, but not much, disappointment showed on the Mandalore's face. "Very well, Herr Kanzler. I leave you to your councils, and bid you good day."
"Farewell, Mandalorian. Safe journey to you."
The Mandalore bowed, then left the room promptly, wondering about the extent of his success.