[color=9e0b0f][h1]Cuidad, Isla Ocena[/h1][/color]


 The room was filled with hazy cigar smoke and lit by a low, dim light that illuminated an [i]escritoire[/i], a very tired man, and four walls. An [i]escritoire[/i] is a small desk used for writing, the tired man is the Presidente Roman Salvador, the four walls were a foot of solid steel alloy with small vents. Even though Roman is the President of an entire nation he had to beg and plead his security advisor to allow this desk into this cramped room because she said it "reduced the level of safety." It didn't make sense that the desk was a security concern, so, with all his presidential power moved the small desk into the panic room. But for now it serves as a writing room for the Presidential Memoirs which are slowly coming along. Very slowly. He actually made it three whole pages fluidly before he got interrupted by his Head of International Relations, Raefiel Gidare with a very polite letter from the Kal Sol of KalMea politely refusing the need for troops to quell the terrorists. Roman rubbed his hand through the groomed salt and pepper hair, all he could think was [i]Damn.[/i] The Kal Sol very politely refused his offer and generally out maneuvered him diplomatically. Roman's hand hit the table,

"Gidare, how do we fix this, this is a mark of embarrassment on the nation of Hambria." It took Raefiel a moment for his mouth to spit out the best solution he could come up with,

"Sir, Roman, you need to write a letter back, not asking if he needs help. You must respect him as a leader of the his country. Just give him your apologies and you might be able to retreat from this with an amount of dignity." Salvatore looked at Raefiel with daggers for eyes, but instead he very grudgingly replied,

"Whatever helps save face Gidare, you're dismissed." The minister disappeared leaving the President of Hambria to push away his memoirs and beginning to write his short letter of apologies.

[color=f7941d][h2]KalMea[/h2][/color]

[i]Kal Sol Mulspan,

I am sincerely sorry and I hope I didn't cause offense to your proud nation. I was merely trying to expand a bridge between our two people and explore the options of our countries working together. To rectify my mistake I would like to invite you to our annual Independence Gala in Ciudad, as well as our more personal family dinner as a guest of honor.

Sincerely,

Roman Salvatore[/i]

Roman looked at the letter once more, proof reading it and hoping that this didn't come off as weak to the opposing country. He poured his whiskey and stared into bottom of the amber drink.

Thousands of miles north was Katrina Claire, in the land of the Elves and the eternally long waiting periods. After spending nearly a day in the Customs office she had been waiting for several hours in a government building, waiting on a nameless minister.