"One less thing to worry about as we reclaim the lost lands then," you say. Then having long since learned why she has made the journey to Sorcerer's Deep, for Silore made no secret of it, you add. "Speaking of reclamation I know you care for the folk of your lands as deeply as you do for any other part of them. Would you rule over them justly in accordance to the law of the land no different than a mortal lord or lady?" You will not stand for the pretensions of different laws between mortal and fey as Dusk Dancer asked for, but by the same token you see no reason to forbid the fey from holding the same powers, and responsibilities as men.
Joy sparks in her eyes and she speaks quickly, like the rustle of leaves in a swift spring wind: "A mortal I am not Dragonlord, so I would rule differently than most, with an eye for the passing of centuries not months, but there are those who could aid me in making up for being slow to act and change, estate managers they are called, or castelans in the Sunset Lands. I would seek to preserve as much as I could the beauty of nature and the rhythms of the land, though none would know want or hunger for it. Would you offer the lands onto me, under your laws, knowing this?"