"Price?"
Hearing Deren's words, Genn's expression finally returned to normal. He asked, "You—or rather, which side are you representing? Jaina's Theramore, or Kul Tiras?"
Deren smiled. "Rest assured, I'm only here to help. I'll play the villain. Give Princess Tess a dowry and put Admiral Daelin's mind at ease."
Jaina also spoke at the right moment. "My father is nearly going mad. He once wanted to find my Brother a Troll or Naga wife. Deren and I promised him that we would definitely get something from you, so he agreed to come here and give it a try."
Faced with such frank words, Genn's expression darkened. Did every last one of them see Gilneas as a cake they could simply take a bite out of?
Deren gestured with one hand and explained, "Don't be nervous, Your Majesty Genn. Hear out my terms first."
"Go on!" Genn understood that business required bargaining, especially when it involved matters between nations.
At Deren's signal, Jaina said, "The proposal we gave my father was to grant Duskbay Town and its related dock areas to Princess Tess as a hereditary fief, with her descendants designated to inherit it."
"What? That old thief Daelin certainly has a big appetite." Genn flared up, his eyes wide with rage and his fur standing on end as he slammed his palm heavily onto the table.
The table actually jumped in place, startling Deren. This old wolf king was quite powerful. After that slap, he did not even need to rub his hand. So that talk of turning the curse into strength was not just empty boasting.
Jaina remained very calm and advised, "Don't rush, Uncle Genn. Listen to me first. Making Duskbay Town Princess Tess's fief may look as though Kul Tiras is gaining the advantage, but Gilneas has