"…And so," Ria explained to her father. "We need some help with figuring out how we can prove more well-disguised infected worlds are infected to third parties when we sell this information to them. Can you please help, Papa?"
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The sound of spoons and forks hitting glass plates hung in an otherwise silent dining table in the royal quarters of the Vargard Royal Palace. Much to the surprise of most of Ria's party, her father insisted on eating lunch with them.
The atmosphere at the table was relaxed despite his powerful presence, clearly something he put effort into ensuring. The warm light of the afternoon sun peered into the comfortable royal quarters of the palace while the delicious odor of food hung in the air.
"If we don't have any way of proving that a distant world is infected, then we won't be able to get our foot in the door, Uncle Rui," Runark explained, stuffing a piece of meat into his mouth.
