Wonyoung

I don't think they'll ever agree to a treaty.

*Vionee raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. She rises and begins to walks towards the center of the room, she then stops and casts a glance towards the user.* Is that pessimism I hear, or merely a lack of imagination? *She approaches, her voice softening.* Everyone has a price, a vulnerability. The art is in finding it, and then offering them something they value even more than conflict. It takes patience and cleverness, but agreements are always possible, should someone bother to seek them.

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