Eternity RPC Board
Trivenze, Lomarre
9:00 AM
“I don’t recall Florinthus and Olsanburg being so ambitious since the colonial era.” King Vittorio-Emanuele quipped, as he read through the email. A small laugh came from the speaker-phone while the man across from him sighed.
Minister Lorenzo d’Alerza of the Council of Nobles replied from across the desk. “Sire, in all seriousness, I do believe it to be the right move to observe it at the very least. Ambassador Sforza says that he would be happy to attend the conference and represent the nation. He’s proven to be a good choice as ambassador to the W.B.U.”
Vittorio remarked again after taking a quick sip of his morning coffee. “Hmmph. That’s because Leopoldo Sforza was our previous ambassador to Olsanburg. Good man, rather quiet, and smarter than the average idealistic diplomat. After all...It’s much more difficult to make a deal with an Olsan than a Florinthian. Which is why Sforza remains an ambassador and Fizari isn’t.”
Minister of the Council of Mayors, Ginevra Parelli chimed in on the speaker-phone. “So I take it you will give approval to attend?”
The King finished his coffee and finally looked up from his computer. Vittorio leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin in a moment of thought. “If Leopoldo attends, he should already know that a single currency is out the window. We’re not giving up the ducat for some faux paper-based currency. As a matter of fact-“
He stood up and looked out the window for a moment, his hands behind his back.
“Make it clear we support this conference as long it creates a more friendly atmosphere for the continent. Make it clear that our attendance will be based on a healthy amount of skepticism too. And lastly...” Vittorio turned his head slightly towards the ministers. “Make it crystal clear that our sovereignty is not to be trifled with no matter what nonsense they promise or propose. I’ll email Leopoldo a few things to bring up in the conference.”
9:00 AM
“I don’t recall Florinthus and Olsanburg being so ambitious since the colonial era.” King Vittorio-Emanuele quipped, as he read through the email. A small laugh came from the speaker-phone while the man across from him sighed.
Minister Lorenzo d’Alerza of the Council of Nobles replied from across the desk. “Sire, in all seriousness, I do believe it to be the right move to observe it at the very least. Ambassador Sforza says that he would be happy to attend the conference and represent the nation. He’s proven to be a good choice as ambassador to the W.B.U.”
Vittorio remarked again after taking a quick sip of his morning coffee. “Hmmph. That’s because Leopoldo Sforza was our previous ambassador to Olsanburg. Good man, rather quiet, and smarter than the average idealistic diplomat. After all...It’s much more difficult to make a deal with an Olsan than a Florinthian. Which is why Sforza remains an ambassador and Fizari isn’t.”
Minister of the Council of Mayors, Ginevra Parelli chimed in on the speaker-phone. “So I take it you will give approval to attend?”
The King finished his coffee and finally looked up from his computer. Vittorio leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin in a moment of thought. “If Leopoldo attends, he should already know that a single currency is out the window. We’re not giving up the ducat for some faux paper-based currency. As a matter of fact-“
He stood up and looked out the window for a moment, his hands behind his back.
“Make it clear we support this conference as long it creates a more friendly atmosphere for the continent. Make it clear that our attendance will be based on a healthy amount of skepticism too. And lastly...” Vittorio turned his head slightly towards the ministers. “Make it crystal clear that our sovereignty is not to be trifled with no matter what nonsense they promise or propose. I’ll email Leopoldo a few things to bring up in the conference.”