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Deirdre confirmed that he did, indeed, understand the terms and seemed willing to allow him to discuss it with Teaghlaigh. Of this he was glad, knowing that he would have done it regardless, in the end. Still, it was something of a relief. It would set a bad precedent to go behind a potential ally's back — which was the exact opposite of what he strove to do anyway. Arturo did not deign to stab his allies in the back, especially when he very much desired that they be allies in the first place. “I will inform you personally, as soon as I can, when a decision is reached.” He assured her. In this, Arturo did not deign to dally.

She confessed that she had never seen war — he suspected as much for she was without a doubt young — and further wished that she never would. Maybe she would be fortunate in that, but life was unpredictable and Arturo was the kind of man that was prepared for anything. “War is ugly business,” He drew contemplatively, letting his breath out in a soft sigh. “but sometimes it's unavoidable. You can't reason with someone who doesn't want to be reasoned with.” He offered her a soft, small smile. “but here's to hoping you are fortunate enough to never see war.” War changes those touched by it and Arturo thought that it would be a shame for her brightness to be tarnished by it.

After a few more words the gangster departed from the young queen, eager to get back to his forest and continued building the foundations of his kingdom that would (soon) become Teaghlaigh.

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