Melanctha Dallamoor
Duch'a of Cheruba
A glass came her way and she lifted it quickly with two fingers slowly she brought the glass to her lips and drank deeply of the champagne. She looked about at the decorations, and the number of people who had gathered for this opening of their borders.
Last time she saw this many people around it was due to some business conference where she made a few deals but so far nothing had come from it, a disappointment for certain. All she had hoped for slipping away as easily as she drank the champagne.
She hoped the crown jewels were double guarded tonight as well as guards on the fountains..last time someone jumped into one...most barbaric.
The Commerce Minister knew she had to change her attitude she just wasn't sure what was driving it these days. The Consortium was now within Mandalorian Space, rather than FWC space that seemed to be a welcome change. Political alliances were thriving and there were even some...opportunities for favor growing. So what was there to be angry about?
Last time she saw this many people around it was due to some business conference where she made a few deals but so far nothing had come from it, a disappointment for certain. All she had hoped for slipping away as easily as she drank the champagne.
She hoped the crown jewels were double guarded tonight as well as guards on the fountains..last time someone jumped into one...most barbaric.
The Commerce Minister knew she had to change her attitude she just wasn't sure what was driving it these days. The Consortium was now within Mandalorian Space, rather than FWC space that seemed to be a welcome change. Political alliances were thriving and there were even some...opportunities for favor growing. So what was there to be angry about?