Loria shakes their hand before taking a seat, "I appreciate you taking the time to meet me, I understand you're very busy." Loria reaches into her bag and hands over a package, inside are pictures of people being dragged out of their homes by soldiers in darker uniforms and people being loaded into trucks, "Pradians have been rounding up 'undesirables', political enemies, the infirm, the disabled, and others they considered subhuman. My people are concerned that Pradia is on the road to genocide. We have attempted to show this information to Wielbelkia and Serdia and a few others. We cannot be sure where their growing war machine will march to but we know Egoia and Wielbelkia are first. I am asking, if only from a humanitarian perspective, to help prevent this would-be atrocity." Loria looks up gripping her staff, "I'm not asking for materials or anything, just at least recognition for Egoia as a sovereign territory, perhaps work towards cooperation in the future, perhaps the ability to station a diplomat here in irithylle to facilitate that? I understand what I am asking is no little request but we wouldn't be asking if we weren't greatly concerned for the well-being of all the people on Argus. A specter is haunting Argus, a specter of the great war."
Joseph rolled his eyes, "No, and even if I did I feel as though you marxists wouldn't let me see them." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "imperial ant nest? I think i've read a book about them in the old royal archives. Giant ants that collect and grow fungi right?" She sips her drink, "We have Megatherium, they say the claws on their burrows are them marking those that have died in the Sloth's lifetime, they're usually friendly but don't get too close or provoke them, their claws will rip you to shred." She looks at her watch, "I should probably be getting back to the hotel before it gets dark..."