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“ something tells me you’re not satisfied . ”
Baribus Thatch narrowed his gold and olive eyes until they were pale golden slits behind his leather visor.
"Indeed," he said tersely. "With all due respect, Master Kenobi, this whole war, namely the use and creation of Republic's very own clone army, has been so divisive that for the first time in two Esverran centuries, a factional split has emerged on Esverr. Two hundred years of unity sir, split because of the underhanded dealings of the Republic members."
Baribus took a breath and regained his composure. He was a tall, lean, man with dark hair and an ornate uniform of dark blue with pale gold accents. Though cut in a more archaic naval style, the colors and embroidery marked him as the liaison of a Noble Esverran Household, namely the Heraldy Household, a lower Viscount but powerful merchant family of Esverr.
The man took another breath and leveled his gaze with the jedi.
"Our people have been friends of the Jedi for longer than our world has been in the Republic. However, if the Republic cannot rectify this situation with the clones, I fear the divide may worsen and lead to factional alliances with the Republic and the Separatists. Their Royal Majesties have already issued petitions to both sides for a peaceful resolution. But if the conflict continues..." He frowned deeply, making his long face seem longer. "I fear Esverr will become bloodied with a deadlier siste-civil-war to the one you are fighting now."