Kauzka-Procellia meeting [IC]

"I can offer to waive the tariffs for any goods you wish to export to Procellia, that we don't produce ourselves. So coffee, pepper, cell phones and spices. However, this is contingent on your country having an annual review that deems it socialist, and you offering Procellia the same courtesy" The Dras said, eyeing the Prime Minister who seemed relived that the offer was not more dramatic

"In other words as long as Procellia continues to consider your country socialist you can export items that we don't produce ourselves, tariff free. Provided you permit us the same luxury."

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'Do you deem us socialist now?' Sasaufe replied.


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"A light form of socialism but yes" The Dras replied

(Ooc: He is imagining your country functioning like Denmark or Sweden)

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'Well I'd be happy to oblige as our government will not change for some time and this trade agreement might help to keep it stable'

Time Jump: Late Evening
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"I wish you a safe journey my friend" Dras Ishay said, bowing informally, his hand on his face in a traditional mourning bow.

Already a priest and priestess, carrying bags of books and their few worldly possessions, had been boarded. Just yesterday they had been a nun and a monk, but the Dras had offered the promotion as an incentive to take on the task of establishing their religion in Kauzka. The military base was silent, the troops in town cleaning up the parade and no doubt partying in the clubs afterwards.

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Sasaufe shook his hand and then bowed, both in the Kauzkan and Procellian fashion 'Until we next meet, I wish you a safe and happy life' she kissed him on the cheek and boarded the jet after the Priest and Priestess.