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As Faith and Inanna shot ideas back and forth, Alicio tried to wrap his brain around the logistics. An uninhabited jungle area that had to be discreet and away from prying eyes. His eyes narrowed as he stared deeply into the middle distance.
A deep stare that was interrupted when Faith brought attention to him. He blinked once, unprepared to be called upon by his cousin. He smiled sheepishly, scrambling to organize the stray thoughts in his head into coherency. Thankfully, Inanna bought him some time with her own thoughts, and a slip of the tongue.
The Count was caught off-guard by the Shi'ido's reaction. It was the first time Alicio had seen her become embarrassed. It was a bit endearing, if he were being honest with himself. "It's fine, Inanna," he said, his tone warming. "I don't mind."
His thoughts turned back to their questions. He turned his erudite eyes to Faith first, speaking slowly. "Well, first of all, it's unlikely we'll be able to keep the migration of the Shi'ido under wraps. With the amount of people we're transporting, it wouldn't be long before someone said something. It might be in our best interests to be honest with our efforts. Especially if we wished to fundraise."
"That being said, having the refugees in their own settlement would comfort some of the naysayers. And a self-built city would likely cut down labor costs considerably." Alicio found his stride as his expertise in refugee cities became useful. "The nobility won't accept any non-enforceable promises, but work contracts might be enough to sway them."
He then addressed Inanna, smiling. "Alderaan has plenty of allies in the Senate and beyond." He turned to Faith again. "Maybe we could reach out to our friend in the Ashlan Crusade. She has shown interest in helping refugees." The Queen likely knew who Alicio meant, though he didn't want to invoke her name quite yet.
"I think the most important thing for us to do is find a stable income for the refugees. Inanna, are there any goods that the Shi'ido can make especially well? You know, apart from..." He waved his hand over his face.
- Faith Organa - Inanna Harth -