Kingdom of Danniria wrote:From: emperor of Danniria
To: the Elder Council, Council Chambers of the Elder Council, Elder Castle, Free Lands of the Selkie.
We really appreciate your concerns for our fleet. We should be very careful next time.
The prime minister got off the airplane. He was instructed to be very gentle. On his escort, he continued to the meeting place with the council.
The Prime Minister arrived in Elder Castle without incident, made his way to the Chambers of the Council under escort. Marla, in full ceremonial garb of a Marcach, fully armoured, escorted him again.
She was instructed to be professional.
She was silent, her face neutral and steeled. Her hands were free, the sword at her right hip swinging with every step. Silent clanking echoed through the hallway as she moved, the armor plates clanging.
She gave a nod to the two Tribal Guards at the door, who opened the passage, which had been formerly blocked by two lances. They stood at attention, glaring forward.
Someone must have given a signal, seeing that two more guards opened the door from the inside.
Marla looked over her shoulder, making sure the Prime Minister was still there - he was.
She strode forward with him in tow.
The fifteen Elders were watching their every step. The back wall was lined with people, Foreign Office, SDF, industry, intelligence, all were present.
As she came to the center point, Marla placed her hand over her heard and bowed her head. "Elders, I present to you the Prime Minister of Danniria."
It was the Elder for the Tribe of Antrim, Finnegan Mór, who spoke: "Thank you, my child." She stepped to the side, taking position at one of the side walls, ready to do her duty as a maiden of the Free Lands. The Elders looked at the Prime Minister, watching his every move as Mór continued: "Good day, Prime Minister. Please be assured, that however these talks end, we thank you for your pains and troubles, which you took to come here. Now then... We were told, that you have an important message from your Emperor."