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The Holos at the gate drew up their attention as a considerably large and rather unorganized party began drawing towards the gate. Suspicious of any numerous groups, especially one with so many unique characters, they barred the way inside, looking down in suspicion. Consir was the only one they were actually concerned with however, as his size was shockingly close to that of Sopter.
"What is your intent?" One of the Holos asked unkindly to the assembled band, possibly distracting them from the Weaver quickly approaching behind them.
The Cicada looked like he was pondering Sopter's words. "Enforcing tariffs like this might lead the neighboring nations to believe we're desperate." He clicked. "If we could find a way to acquire the embassy, it might reinforce our position in the world economy."
"At the same time," He clicked, adjusting his wing. "The luminary ambassadors from the north are rather close allies with Grales, and making a power move as such will likely strain our alliance." He spoke in an extremely casual tone, as if he wasn't really there in the room.
However, if Sopter was listening well enough, he could hear the faint voice of the Emperor coming from far below...
Emperor Yuburu descended the stairs in the back of the throne. The room below was incredibly well furnished, far more than the throne room had ever been. He bowed slightly and gave a report of the meeting, specifically that of Sopter's expressions.
Clicks echoed from the back of the room. With another bow, the tired Yuburu wobbled over to a silver container and drew back the lid to reveal a dead firefly, still branded with the mark of the capitol. Satisfied there was no one else present to witness him, he began to eat.