After some more chit chat, and sampling of the various cusisine, Marconis
came to the Venasian Ambassador.
"I wish I could say that it is a pleasure to see your people again,
Ambassador."
Dolari Haryail turned her eyes on the Ramesar, gold flecks glinting
dangerously. The lights in her Borg implants changed patterns, giving her
naturally pale skin an eerie appearance. "Do you come here looking for an
argument, Emissary?" she asked with just as cold a voice, "Though my family
name is now Haryail, I was born an A'amon, and the record of our first
encounter has been passed faithfully to my generation."
-S
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