"Remember, we get in and out as quickly as possible, and let me do the talking." Sun says sternly, shooting a glare at the other principals. Mei forces a smile, nodding in silent agreement. Charis stares at the carpeted floor of the train, unmoving.
"C'mon, it can't be that difficult to convince them to sign a peace treaty," Ozzy says confidently, placing a reassuring hand on Sun's shoulder, "This war has taken a toll on every Section, especially the Strings because of their lack of military technology development."
Hayley rolls her eyes. "Yes, thank you Ozzy. We are glad you are reading the news posted on the Score. But it's not like they're clearly losing the war right now. Their forces are still very strong. Plus they have the advantage of controlling most of the Orchestra's electricity."
"And we know the current Concertmistress' reputation of being rather ... unpredictable," Mei sighs. "We can try our best to convince the Quartet, but in the end, she makes the ultimate decision."
The train cart jostles as it slows into Rosin's main station. The five principals sit in a tense silence, waiting for their escort to the castle.
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