[Xar'Cha Palace-with little brats]
Inala laughs, smiling at the little matron the way someone would stare at disobedient niece.
"I shall keep that in mind little girl. Now run along and play with your dolls and let the people who actually work for a living talk."
With that, she turns away from Elvanriina and approaches Magtok again, all business.
"Now then. As you may or may not be aware, I'm the leader of the Custom's House. Any trade that passes into the city must go by there. Now, typically there are rather high tariffs on good from the outside. But, perhaps we could work out some sort of deal?" She smiles sweetly.
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[Xar'Cha Palace-with Sorn]
Asim fetches a sigh from deep within him, and rubs his eyes.
"Of course. You can't have a party without your entire family showing up. And of course, you have to play the good host." Asim looks around at the assembled guests. "Once everyone gets here, how long do you think until they all leave again? Five hours? Six?"