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Balfonheim, Adwest (3 Zechyr 1600)
Grashielle Blancbaston sat fixed in her chair nearly an hour following her after lunch tea. She had always enjoyed the ergonomic design of her office furniture, more so as she sat directly behind the sole and rather large window in the place. The afternoon sunlight made its way to the office through that, providing illumination except where it was covered by the partially pulled-back polyester curtains.
The Deputy Foreign Minister was typing away at her computer as a rap came from the door. Giving affirmation for entry without looking, the woman heard the voice of her junior aide - a lanky senior at the Royal Balfonheim Academy of Humanities, and the second or even third son of a high noble whose name Blancbaston did not care to remember.
"Madame, the Goldecian Ambassador has arrived and entered the premises."
At these words, Blancbaston took her sight away from her PC, then replied. "Bring him in. Ask if he wants anything on the way here."
The junior aide nodded, disappearing as quick as he came. The minutes passed by quickly, with Ambassador Hugh Owens eventually arriving for the meeting.
The Deputy Foreign Minister stood from her chair, offered a greeting and a handshake, and gestured for the envoy to sit in front of her desk. Everything was done briskly, and Blancbaston took the first word.
"Ambassador Owens. It is in uninspiring terms that the Lord Charles XIII has summoned you here today. He is, unfortunately, unavailable to personally attend to this matter, so I shall convey the message on his stead."
A second passed before she resumed talking. "Her Majesty's Court does not view the Goldecian reaction to the South Kolhar situation as constructive. The hard-fought ceasefire signed between the two Kolhars has allowed for the building of peace and order in that island in the past couple of years, and it would be upsetting for everyone in the region to see what has been built there, to be rolled back. The domestic troubles of South Kolhar are none of Goldecia's concern, and it is rightful that your government now refrain from undue interference."
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Quvak, South Kolhar
Hours later, at about eight in the evening, the Foreign Minister landed in South Kolhar's capital via a private commercial jet. The confidential nature of this impromptu visit was of high priority, and both sides knew this well. The correspondence of the visit was sent less than twenty four hours ago, and directly to the office of the Davyl Jaw.
Charles Windamier took a good look of the airport as he disembarked from the plane. It was the first time he found himself in Kolhar, a land just across the pond but seemingly so alien. He had read before on this country's history and profile prior to his appointment, and keenly kept himself abreast of the developments in the country's civil war even before he succeeded his father as Duke of Maleroy more than two decades ago. He imagined this would not be his last visit, however.
The Adwestene envoy greeted Charles in the tarmac, and accompanied him as they made their way to the government vehicle sent to pick them up. The vehicles of the embassy were not used for this occasion, again to ensure confidentiality, but the car the Foreign Minister and Ambassador rode were trailed from a distance by diplomatic security personnel.
The ride did not last long, and soon the Foreign Minister found himself face to face with the Davyl Jaw. The Adwestene ambassador took to the sidelines after introducing one to the other.
"It is not so much a pleasure, Mr. Kurn, as it is a perturbation." came from the Foreign Minister, as they took their seats and began.
"Two interconnected issues are the reason why I find myself here, tonight. First is the commotion happening in your capital, and which has only seen a growing momentum instead of a complete halt. Second and more concerning is the external reaction generated by this commotion.....your Northern countrymen and those uppity Goldecians. While we have foreseen this to happen, we have allowed ourselves to neglect the matter. If we had not, then I would be here much earlier than now.
But what is important is to move forward. And moving forward could see an escalation of this commotion to lengths which the both of us do not wish to see but ultimately may have to bear. And the Grand Kingdom is, at the moment, disinterested in bearing it. So tell me Mr. Kurn, what is the reason behind this issue and what measures are you taking to address it? Why do you think it is not stopping?"
Grashielle Blancbaston sat fixed in her chair nearly an hour following her after lunch tea. She had always enjoyed the ergonomic design of her office furniture, more so as she sat directly behind the sole and rather large window in the place. The afternoon sunlight made its way to the office through that, providing illumination except where it was covered by the partially pulled-back polyester curtains.
The Deputy Foreign Minister was typing away at her computer as a rap came from the door. Giving affirmation for entry without looking, the woman heard the voice of her junior aide - a lanky senior at the Royal Balfonheim Academy of Humanities, and the second or even third son of a high noble whose name Blancbaston did not care to remember.
"Madame, the Goldecian Ambassador has arrived and entered the premises."
At these words, Blancbaston took her sight away from her PC, then replied. "Bring him in. Ask if he wants anything on the way here."
The junior aide nodded, disappearing as quick as he came. The minutes passed by quickly, with Ambassador Hugh Owens eventually arriving for the meeting.
The Deputy Foreign Minister stood from her chair, offered a greeting and a handshake, and gestured for the envoy to sit in front of her desk. Everything was done briskly, and Blancbaston took the first word.
"Ambassador Owens. It is in uninspiring terms that the Lord Charles XIII has summoned you here today. He is, unfortunately, unavailable to personally attend to this matter, so I shall convey the message on his stead."
A second passed before she resumed talking. "Her Majesty's Court does not view the Goldecian reaction to the South Kolhar situation as constructive. The hard-fought ceasefire signed between the two Kolhars has allowed for the building of peace and order in that island in the past couple of years, and it would be upsetting for everyone in the region to see what has been built there, to be rolled back. The domestic troubles of South Kolhar are none of Goldecia's concern, and it is rightful that your government now refrain from undue interference."
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Quvak, South Kolhar
Hours later, at about eight in the evening, the Foreign Minister landed in South Kolhar's capital via a private commercial jet. The confidential nature of this impromptu visit was of high priority, and both sides knew this well. The correspondence of the visit was sent less than twenty four hours ago, and directly to the office of the Davyl Jaw.
Charles Windamier took a good look of the airport as he disembarked from the plane. It was the first time he found himself in Kolhar, a land just across the pond but seemingly so alien. He had read before on this country's history and profile prior to his appointment, and keenly kept himself abreast of the developments in the country's civil war even before he succeeded his father as Duke of Maleroy more than two decades ago. He imagined this would not be his last visit, however.
The Adwestene envoy greeted Charles in the tarmac, and accompanied him as they made their way to the government vehicle sent to pick them up. The vehicles of the embassy were not used for this occasion, again to ensure confidentiality, but the car the Foreign Minister and Ambassador rode were trailed from a distance by diplomatic security personnel.
The ride did not last long, and soon the Foreign Minister found himself face to face with the Davyl Jaw. The Adwestene ambassador took to the sidelines after introducing one to the other.
"It is not so much a pleasure, Mr. Kurn, as it is a perturbation." came from the Foreign Minister, as they took their seats and began.
"Two interconnected issues are the reason why I find myself here, tonight. First is the commotion happening in your capital, and which has only seen a growing momentum instead of a complete halt. Second and more concerning is the external reaction generated by this commotion.....your Northern countrymen and those uppity Goldecians. While we have foreseen this to happen, we have allowed ourselves to neglect the matter. If we had not, then I would be here much earlier than now.
But what is important is to move forward. And moving forward could see an escalation of this commotion to lengths which the both of us do not wish to see but ultimately may have to bear. And the Grand Kingdom is, at the moment, disinterested in bearing it. So tell me Mr. Kurn, what is the reason behind this issue and what measures are you taking to address it? Why do you think it is not stopping?"