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Terms and their conditions go back and forth between the leaders, all eventually ending in agreement that sounds good, despite a painfully subtle, underlying tension he cannot quite put title to as he watches the volley with rapt attention. Neighbors in the past have been less than intelligent regarding matters a lot like these where their hunting grounds were concerned, but these sea wolves may be cut from a different cloth, and seek to break the low standards set by those before without knowing it.

This openness between them could be a solid foundation, or more trouble in the long-run depending on the direction the weeks then months to come would take, and with so much waiting for him back at home, the Wocha was invested in keeping their defenses sharper than ever. If the islanders respected all of this the Heda sought, he didn't expect issue to come along any time soon. Just as the commander said, their patrols were thorough, and their place along the coast already well-established. They would take care of any problems without hesitation. But still standing strong and attentive, Dio knew it would take time to tell for sure. This agreement is enough of a step in a favorable direction for now, though. It didn't culminate to hostility, the Nereides could have their island, and Drageda would press forward, as always.