While Jill and Sheimer are talking about finances and how to handle owning a huge amount of treasures, someone approaches them. He was a man with blonde hair and green eyes, who looked quite handsome by human standards and seemed pretty charming.
"I hope I am not disturbing your conversation."
"My name is Arlo Partis, and I was captivated by you two fine ladies and wondered what you two were talking about."
"I am Sheimer Ulrath, the queen of Fexivia."
"I am Jill Darkheid, daughter of Mordaar Darkheid, pleased to meet you." She said, shaking his hand.
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Upon hearing that she was a Darkheid, multiple murmurs could be heard from every corner of the hall.
"Darkheid? This woman is a darkheid?"
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"What's going on?"
"Nothing much, it's just that your father left a pretty strong impression during the first meeting," Arlo says.
"In a good or bad way?"
"Very good id say," Sheimer said.
"Well, we were talking about what to do with treasures and stuff," Jill said.
"Oh, well, lucky you, because I come from a household of merchants!"
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"Really?"
"Yes, so if you need any tips from the pros."
Heh!
"You can find me in the kingdom of Kalied, in a giant white mansion owned by our household, you can't miss it since it's pretty unique," Arlo said with a confident grin on his face as he gave her and Sheimer a card with the address of his workplace on it, written "Partis corporation" in a fancy blue-inked cursive.
"Thank you," Sheimer said as the three of them talked more until people gained the confidence to approach Jill wich leads to her getting overwhelmed with questions wich leads to Clad trying to avoid Jill getting angry. It was too late, as Jill already got angry and is asking them to stop asking her questions, as she won't be answering any, especially if they aren't of importance.
"Does the Darkheid household have any plans to participate in the new trade paths?"
"I'll think about it," Jill replied.
While Jill was getting asked many political questions, Clad noticed a woman from afar. She was talking to a man with long white hair and silver eyes. While she had black hair and wore a black dress, with a white flower sprouting from her head, Clad, looking at her, could not get a specific strange feeling off her, a feeling that it was as if he was looking at himself, even though clearly, she wasn't him at all.