Khadri narrowed his eyes, idly chewing on a tea leaf that had broken free of its strainer. He eventually shook his head and sat forward in his chair. "The goblin would have to go. I will not have somewhere that would otherwise be safe for the degraded and abused members of our race... harried by someone who would wreak wanton violence and destruction upon them." Khadri took a long pull of his tea, washing down the bitter leaf that had ended up on the back of his tongue. "As for resources and income, I believe that will grow with our fleet. We are a very multi-talented race. It comes with the blood admixture, I guess... Fleet... Fleet is a very militaristic word. Flock is far too religious, no offense. Confederation? I don't honestly want to be in charge of this, but every large body needs a leader. Otherwise, mass chaos ensues... There will always be that one who wants to be in charge and, if the position's free, they feel it's their right to take it." Khadri shrugged. "Alliance."