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Absinth relishes in the closeness Yarrabelle claims, the other woman’s breath in her ear as she greets her with sweet nothings. Ah, she had left the woman rather wanting after their last encounter. What a crime she had committed… perhaps one that required penance. The only thing that ripped her attention away from Yarra before the shit head began to give his lesson, was the delightful coo of Ely — greeting her a smile and a tone she quite liked.

But alas. Good things had to come to an end. Rhazien began to speak.

He started off with a metaphorical speech about food. About procuring a supply and demand and establishing themselves as the only sellers. Twisting the arms of those who needed it most to their advantage. Kaino was the first to speak of her own viable  resource they could command. Borders. Dominating them and forcing travelers to pay fees for entry and departure.

Then came the lovely Yarrabelle, suggesting a devious plot for medicine and the desperate need of the masses to secure it. Such manipulation, and truly only a beautiful mind could have though up such a thing.

Finally came the response from Ely. Her idea was to use children as bargaining chips, to  make them hostages. It was uniquely straightforward, but Absinth wondered if it would bring masses of enemies to their doors instead.

Humming to herself, Absinth shot Rhazien a grin before she too offered her response to his question. ”Opinion. If we can control public opinion, we can inject our own narrative into the minds of the passive audience. Rumors can be spread, falsehoods, misinformation, all in the name of keeping ourselves shrouded. So that not one pack has a solid understanding of who we are and what we want. It’s a matter of publishing opinion.” The woman finished, emeralds locked onto the older man.

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