24 November, 2022, 10:00 AM
International Building
Conference Room, 5th Floor
Chief Ambassador Mark Costava entered the 5th floor conference room, awaiting the upcoming negotiations, the Island Guards security detail left at the door- his personal detail from Costavozka remained at the airport. As anyone who had not been living under a rock for the last few months could tell you, relations between the People's Republic of Costavozka and the Theocracy of Najimam- two countries of relatively close proximity- had been stressed- to say the least- as of late. It was his job to try and mend those broken bonds. Thus his presence in this room at this very moment. The delegation from Najimam was due to arrive soon, and as such, he pushed what little personal feelings he had about this meeting aside to focus on his manners and the goals set for him by his (second) cousin and Chancellor. As such, he ensured his tie was straight and his black suit was unwrinkled, preparing for the moment when the delegation from Najimam would arrive.