"So what the hell is an MTA trade writ?"
When Ves returned to his official office, he leaned back in his chair and lifted his shoes to his desk top. He felt awfully stiff after staying aboard an MTA battleship for several hours knowing that he was under a lot of scrutiny.
Now that he returned to his own ship, he immediately felt at home and wanted to do nothing more than to relax for the rest of the day.
He had a lot of questions, though. A lot had happened during his surprising visit and he needed to get to the bottom of them quickly in order to make sure his clan would do well once it reached the Red Ocean.
To do that, he called Shederin Purnesse first in order to get some answers.
The foreign affairs ministers of the Larkinson Clan looked surprised. "The Mech Trade Association actually extended a free trade writ to us, sir? Is it a permanent writ?"
