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Middle predor wrote:

The Predorian delegation started moving, the Royal Guards fanning out into a vanguard and rearguard and drawing their pistols as they made their way to their airships.

Duke Tritten, noticing his fellow countrymen moving and knowing the Sagamese delegates hadn't arrived via airship, tapped the Sagami Delegate on the shoulder.
"If you wish, Lady Mizushima," He muttered, not skipping a beat with his flawless pronunciation of the foreign name, "You can travel with us. We can provide a lot more security than a state-provided airship."

Harlan was standing in the command tower of the Motherwolf, the airborne warship's engines roaring as they hovered at the edge of Kromkarie's border. It was a waiting game now, Harlan had received a request from the Predorian rescuers to provide a peaceful escort. This was a request the northern king was happy to honour, his father had always preached that needless bloodshed was exactly that: needless.