State of the Nation

Absorbing the information like a sponge, Damira was ever the dutiful daughter. Hemlock and The Syndicate, she stored the information away, neatly stacking it for later reference. There was so much she wanted to know and even then she couldn't help but wonder what bits of information might be of use to her down the road. Valta, Polaris and Ashen, it seemed as though the world was in a state of constant change outside the borders of her home. Was change a good thing, she wondered? Growth and seizing potential, or was it better for things to remain solid and strong as they were here, everything maintained rightly, as it should be. She mused it over briefly, before Deimos posed her another question, her mismatched gaze flitting to his face, thoughtful as she considered it all.

She firmly believed they were strong enough alone, that their family had prevailed for a reason, that in their case allies were certainly not required, but useful to have all the same.

"For trade." Was her first thought, of course they had plenty of resources at their disposal and the means to gather them when needed, but even Damira realised that say if she wanted a new leopard pelt, she wouldn't find such a creature in this part of Boreas. "To maintain a known presence." Was her second line of thought, one she was quick to expand upon. "Not just as a show of strength to prove we are more than capable of holding our own, should we need to, but to know things too. Helping an ally in need would mean they would owe us. And if our allies were on the losing side, it might be beneficial to change alliances."