I feel it in my bones, enough to make my system blow.

Reima "That's acceptable, good relations would be required if we were to trade with one another, though, I'm unsure how easy it would be for you to get rid of that cult-like religion from Kaedwen entirely."

Roche nods, "It will be a difficult task, but I doubt the people will attempt to stop it since it's required to keep war from their doorstep. Losing a war is worse for the people than it is the country itself." he says, himself despising the religion due to it actively decreasing the strength of the North by persecuting mages.

Asgore "So, we are in agreement? Roads will be built and trading encouraged, the Eternal Fire will be disbanded and laws created to prevent religion from interfering in government affairs... A non-aggressive pact will be established between Keadwen and Ichor and the latter will promise not to assist the enemies of the North in any way... Is that all correct?"

Reima and Roche nod, "I think that's everything, unless you wanna add Ves to the deal." he says with a wink and a grin.

Ves blushes and Roche snickers, "I don't think a deal is needed, just ask and she'll toss her clothes off and greet you with open le-Ouuhhh!" he's interrupted by a punch to the ribs.

Ves "I'd appreciate you keeping quiet, King." she quickly says.

Reima chuckles and stands, "I think this was productive for both countries, it was smart of Radovid to send you." he says, while shaking Roche's hand.

Roche nods, "There wasn't really anyone else for the job I'm told, otherwise Radovid wouldn't make such a great promise about Temeria, him having eyes on it since Foltest was killed."

Reima "You guys gonna stay and explore the new businesses in the city?" he asks, trusting that they wouldn't do anything uncouth.

Roche shakes his head, "No, we better get back before the nobles start trying to proclaim themselves king or something, the troops Radovid gave me should be enough to handle them, I would ask for your help but it would be seen as some sort of occupation."

Reima nods, "Well, King or not, you are always welcome here." he says, leading the duo out the door, Ves cradling a handful of the leftover scones.

The meeting took around an hour, their conversation being relaxed and divided between small talk, tea, and scones as well as the more important aspects of politicking. Roche and Ves were delivered back into the carriage and escorted out of the city, Reima and Asgore watching them leave and hoping the terms would be accepted by the nobles, but more importantly, by King Radovid... If not, Reima would follow through with his threats and personally bring a rain of fire, death, and destruction upon the unruly cities inhabited by those racist cults of fascists and fanatics.

Reima "Think our terms will be accepted?" he asks aloud, not looking away from the carriage now growing distant.

Asgore nods, "I do, there is much to gain from a partnership with us, and little from continuing that vile religion that has most likely killed the cities most productive and intelligent."

Elsewhere :

Quelaag watches as Ciri meditated, them having just finished a session improving her control over her Pyromancy Flame. She watches closely as Ciri begins to sprout feathers on her hands, Quelaag placing a hand on her shoulder to gently wake her up, having been warned that going through an animagus transformation without supervision is incredibly dangerous.

The feathers disappear and Ciri wakes up, "D-did something happen?"

Quelaag nods, "You were doing it again." she states, Ciri frowning.

Ciri "I... I'll need to ask Reima to watch over my transformation then..."

Quelaag "You don't seem happy about that?" she asks, already knowing that they'd had an argument.

Ciri "That's none of your concern..."

Quelaag shakes her head, "You're right, I'm just being nosey." she says sarcastically, "Maybe we should stop for today... I just remembered I have a couple of things to do." she says, getting up and scuttling from the balcony.

Ciri is left alone, still frowning at the thought of asking Reima for help... Their previous fight was nothing more than a squabble, but she found herself embarrassed and too prideful to apologise. Her talks with Yennefer and Geralt didn't help, the former telling her to find some dirt on Reima and have him apologise first, the latter telling her to face her problems head-on like a "Proper Witcher"...

She smiles, "Idiots the both of them..." she mutters.

Ciri felt like she was in some kind of limbo, and that it wouldn't be long before she was forced to run again. The city and people too peaceful to be real, despite her being involved in the creation of it... She knew she had to do something before it was too late, and she'd use this opportunity to fix her relationship with Reima while she was at it.

Elsewhere :

A man covered in skeletal looking armour sat on a throne of modern junk, the armrests being adorned with the skulls of a cat and a mouse. He looks over his men, all kneeling before him. Most were present, with the exception of his general Ge'els who'd refused to come with him. Imlerith stood on his left, one of his arms missing while Caranthir stood on his right, fortunately with both body parts.

What surrounded them were the burnt ruins of a large city that looked like New York, orange and red smoke and debris filled the sky, no sunlight coming through the thick clouds despite it being a summer's day. No one was around either, the only human presence being the litany of burned corpses.

Caranthir and the few remaining Navigators maintained a shield around them that kept out the radiation from the nuclear bombs they'd triggered, the time they'd spent within the world allowing them to swiftly annihilate the annoying human race while they took refuge there.

Eredin "Soon, we will have our revenge."