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Her wait was almost non existent and as the black and white woman approached Vi would lift herself, head dipping in greeting. Athena. Was this one of Isar's spawn? "Greetings young one, is the good king ill?" She had to ask. She had only met Isar and a woman named Argent here. And of course. There had been her nephew at one point a lifetime ago. "I come bearing gifts. I am Viridiana, queen and Samrata of Covari. I am here to offer you the cure to this sickness, for a non violence pact that maybe one day will be able to form into an alliance..?" The woman knew what she wanted and she got straight to the point. Brow arched elegantly as she smiled at the woman. It would be hard to say no. Vi was expecting nothing from anyone other then a simple word that they would not attack Vi and Vi would not attack them.

"Speech"