Naaka, Mairantas
Paras Kanatus stepped off the boat that had rowed him across the Naaka River onto the Mairantese holding of the same name, his eyes cold as ice as he stepped onto the shore. The Paras of Patuania was a man who had a long history of attending conferences and finding them ending in disaster. He had been hesitant, even determined to not suffer through another following King Vaekar's many, many entreaties to come to a diplomatic solution. But Kanatus had come to the conclusion that perhaps Vaekar was more right than he realized. So the Paras had agreed, hurrying across the commonwealth in order to arrive on the very border that was of such contention and concern. Speed had been a key point and vital instrument in Kanatus' plan, aided by the fact that he had been gathering large numbers of military personnel along his western border, officially for the sake of military exercises. Kanatus liked to think of it as... traveling with a few tens of thousands of his closest friends.
Not that they near Naaka, as he'd ordered them elsewhere while he attended the conference. Kanatus wished to keep the focus on a process of diplomacy and cooperation. An appearance that was admittedly not aided by the Paras and his aggressive attitude. A tall muscular red head man in his late thirties, the Paras had been at the helm of the Patuania for almost ten years, successfully steering the nation through an unprecedented era of stability and improvement, at least by Patuanian standards. The Paras, rather than a suit or even the military uniform he was typically seen in, wore combat boots, gray and green camouflage gear, and new tactical gray body armored created from aluminium woven into nylon, on his arms, shoulders, and chest. The Paras had approved of the body armor, finding them lighter, though different aluminion alloys were still being tested in order to protect against larger rounds of bullets.
The Paras marched forward, like a man on a mission, eager to get this conference over with.
