"I already had relations with Dojo beforehand, one currently reconstruction is going on here following a recent war with an invading empire, my group stepped in the help and the Trayve have been here longer than we have, so don't ask me about it. Until the Dojo is finished being rebuilt, we will occupy the area until it is it can get back on its feet and take care of itself, until that day we don't leave, and will see to it that no one else will attack or infiltrate without good reasoning. If you have business, the army you brought will remain here to be documented and will remain until you return. Full cooperation is required, and you will be allowed to do as you please inside, meet with whomever, do whatever. Although one of my men will accompany you wherever you go. Pull any funny business and not only will shit the fan, but I will ensure every single god damned member of your little group is hunted down, lined up and then sent home in a box." The woman's tone was harsh, a sharp contrast to his jokes. Whoever the group was before him, they meant business and where there to stay until whatever operations they had are done. The woman cut the feed then, leaving him in silence to make his decision. Either oblige or be sent home.