Black snowflakes, colored by the fumes and smoke from the industrial complexes dotting the area looks almost magical whilst slowly drift towards the ground; Poetic in the sense that it is not permanent, as the snow is trampled by soldiers and machinery. Raised guns and shouting resulting in gunshots only reveals the underlining hostility of the harbor as fishermen are executed for trespassing and fishing on Valyrien waters. A detachment of soldiers, each lead by an officer missing an eye or limb greet the arriving ambassadors and military officials, strongly advising that they wear the gasmasks and don’t stray during the trip to the facility, all in the hope that they don’t return home with radiation poisoning or worse.
Arriving to the convention, hosted in a renovated factory, the guests are offered refreshments. The one knowledgeable about Valyrien cuisine would be wise enough to avoid anything that has not been imported. Beverages, both alcoholic and soft drinks legally acquired or smuggled from a variety of countries are served to esteemed guests upon arriving and greeted by the Empress Valyra in person.
Warmest of welcomes to Valyrien, a land of industry, destitution and war.
