Marguerite takes a deep breath. She slowly walks up to the gates with a determined face. She has to succeed, she doesn't have a choice.
If she doesn't convince DaLan to send troops, the war will inevitably reach the capital of Keltc. Once that happens, the losses will be so great they will take up all of our resources for many years. Then she can say goodbye to her plans of creating a modern society where she can comfortably live in.
She shakes her head, now isn't the moment to fret. She must concentrate on what she will say.
She brings with her a small suitcase. Inside are a few incentives she plans to use. If she can, she hopes to not have to bring it out, but she knows that it will be impossible. DaLan doesn't stand much to gain in joining a war between to comparatively small countries.