"If the information from the Dorian Citadel's ambassador is right, RC099's forces would already be on standby on Area 102." A green skinned goblin stood formidably beside the silver-haired tanomobi, with his eyes ever closed. He wore a butler suit, cradling a tray of beverages on one hand. "The Association, especially the Vagant, is really opposing the idea of using an M.A.D within the continent of Tavaroth.
"It will be preferable if we aren't given the chance to use it when the time comes. Because I'm sure that it will be more annoying to deal with the paperwork for you, Madam Zappur."
The one patched eye tanomobi glared forward without bugging an inch except replying, "Always remember, Toran, we can't trust most of our brokers yet. I'm smelling that there will be an espionage war within Dorian Citadel.
"Well, not like we can trust them either, but I'm likely to be more grateful if our future predicament won't be biting on our stools when it's used."
