"...Hm." Regards the map before him with a keen eye and glances up at the Foriegn Marshal Ephram. "The Enterprise has stolen it's last shipment of H.R.H. Mandana's latinum."

He stands from his chair, his hand settling elegantly against the rapier at his hip, and drops a fine carved ivory piece on the crossroads of the Neutral Waters.

"I shall see to it he takes no more," Commodore Nero Fae'Tayor swore with an inclination of his head and a light upturn of his lips.