Elena cleared her throat, her posture shifting into that of a seasoned diplomat as she stepped into the center of the hut. "Firstly, we would like to thank you and your people for allowing us to join the Blue Moon Festival and for your hospitality. It has been an honor."
The First Fang gave a slow, measured nod, her eyes fixed on Elena.
"We would like to now propose an idea," Elena continued, "on behalf of Aetherveil Creations."
The First Fang tilted her head, her ear flicking in curiosity. "Aetherveil Creations? What is this?"
"It is a private firm," Elena stated clearly, "founded and owned solely by Lady Cyrina Vaeloria."
The room went still. The Minister of War, the scarred male to the left, narrowed his eyes. "Are you suggesting," the First Fang asked, her voice dropping an octave, "that what you are about to propose has nothing to do with the Eryndor Empire or the Elvanyr Dominion?"
