Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150601081400

(Ah thank you, I had been considered Martin Sheen at first, but he sounded a little too evil. Classic Star Trek and The Princess Bride. Good choices.)

''Just as I suspected. Ochre Cardamom wants a say in my factory. Let's see if we can turn this into a benefit for all of us...''

"My contractors did mention your business operations, and they did express their concerns." Zephrion gestured to the two unoccupied seats at their table; after all, it didn't look good at all forcing the Don of the Cardamoms and his guard to stand.

"Natural concerns of course, but I've a feeling there's a mutual benefit for both of us." Zephrion shifted into a more open body posture, a classic trick he learned through years of experience when the institute first started. "The problem is that our expo attracts a lot of eager buyers, but our local industrial plants can't keep up with the demand and not to mention the exportation costs to get to the rest of Remnant. We felt that Vacuo put us in excellent proximity with the rest of the world, but the project lead Barnes isn't sure if he has the manpower and resources to get the factory ready in time to capitalize on the demand. "


 * beat*

"And of course, you mentioned that the factory would create an influx in job opportunities and the global economy. Another reason why I'd like this Factory to become reality. What sort of help are you offering in creating these opportunities, Mr. Cardamom?" He caught himself "Actually, is there a specific title you would prefer?" Normally, he'd be the one holding the dominance, but something told him that defering to the Cardamoms was the wiser choice; that and the benefits of having this factory outweighed the additional cost of the Cardamom protection fees.