To: Azura, Stoklomolvi, Milograd, Santheres, Maltropia, Austria-Bohemia-Hungary, Salzland, Minnysota, Yohannes, Quendi, Lamoni
Sirs/Madams,
Your nations are hereby invited to send representatives to a summit of nations to discuss matters of increasing importance. The place for discussion shall be at the Government Hall in Fitzrovia. Fitzrovia is a distant Akimonadi Overseas Territory, far removed from the rest of the world. Transportation, lodgings, and security will be provided. If you wish to make your own security arrangements, please let us know.
Please reply at your earliest convenience.
Your humble servant,
Frederick Bremer,
Director for External Affairs
Government Hall, Fitzrovia, Deva Victrix, Akimonad
Frederick Bremer stood in the conference room, a vast, ornate hall. Several gilded chandeliers hung down from the ceiling above the monolithic wooden conference table below. Several chairs were arrayed around the table, with place settings, microphones, notebooks, writing instruments, and charging/networking ports at each chair. The center of the table was covered in a circular cloth depicting the starfield of the Akimonadi flag.
Bremer took a seat at the head of the table--his seat--and began thumbing through his notebook, which contained the agenda for the meeting. He was a bit concerned. The topics to be discussed were of considerable importance, to be sure, but he was not confident that the nations that had been invited would be able to find common ground. The invited nations represented a wide array of perspectives, and Akimonad had less-than-favourable relations with some of them.
Bremer poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher on the table and began to go over his notes, hoping that all would turn out well. The delegates, should they choose to come, would be arriving shortly.