Darben Skirae
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Darben Skirae rubbed the back of the knuckles of one of his hands then lifted one of datapads onto the table. On it was a small list of things that would be needed, or at least wanted by Commenor. He had in fact forgotten about the small list which he had made back on Commenor in his office. His eyes lit up with some kind of surprise, scanning over the device. "Trade" he spoke, his face flushed of surprise and back to seriousness. He eyes flicked back up from the datapad to [member="Faith Organa"]. "As a trade planet, all Commenor is interested is simple trade...Oh, and the Non-Aggression pact." Now that he looked over the reminder list he had written, it made him realize that this was basically just another trade agreement.
"Commenor is not interested in military or medical assistance." As of yet, and no doubt would remain that way. He recalled something Lady Kay had mentioned about a student exchange program, and that came by. "Perhaps also a student exchange program? I can make no promises, I will have to ask Kay that herself." He clasped his hands before him on the table, as if signalling that was their end of the deal.
"Commenor is not interested in military or medical assistance." As of yet, and no doubt would remain that way. He recalled something Lady Kay had mentioned about a student exchange program, and that came by. "Perhaps also a student exchange program? I can make no promises, I will have to ask Kay that herself." He clasped his hands before him on the table, as if signalling that was their end of the deal.