Ayden Cater
Grumpy Goat
Ayden smiled at the passion in the woman's word. Perhaps passion was the wrong word for it. Conviction. This was more than just belief to her. This was fact. "I'm glad to hear it." He walked over to his cabinet and pulled out two bottles; one of wine and one of whiskey, both made on Corellia. "Gifts to the Grandmaster and Chancellor," he explained as he handed the two bottles to Diana. "I believe we have an accord, Master Efreet. I'm sure any specifics or technicalities will be worked on as the days and weeks come. Rest assured though, the Protectorate is ready to stand by the Jedi and the Republic to do what is right."
