The man with the golden cigarette case took another drag of his cigarette, the small room slowly being covered in smoke. It only added to the conspiratorial nature of the meeting. He looked at the delegate's from the various other nations gathered in the room, much like a group of vultures. If vultures could have semi-benevolent intentions. Taking another slow drag of his cigarette, listening to the other nations offers of support. Troops, aircraft, what have you. The man with the golden cigarette case smiled softly, considering their worries about the civilian population.
He gave a respectful nod to the man who introduced himself as Heiro-Brother James Torquin for his intelligent statement. Grabbing his golden ashtray out of his briefcase, he flicked his cigarette to get rid of the excess ash.
"As for the man who asked what our intentions are, the Prince of Shibal Zumr has a vested interest in ensuring other regimes similar to his. And, assuming the Princess accepts our offer of our surplus arms..." The man with the golden ashtray said, with another respectful nod to the Princess which this meeting was called upon. "The Prince asks that the Shibal Zumr National Oil Company becomes the sole provider of oil to her nation. It's just a small price to pay for equipping an army fully."
