The helicopters touched down on the lawn of Bredoun Castle, the sound of the rotors had warned the King that the aircraft were inbound and he and his son had hastily headed inside, put on their boots rather than their trainers and headed back outside to be joined by Queen Riona a few seconds before the aircraft landed. They waited for the blades to stop rotating and then for two kilt wearing guardsman to open the door and place the short steps in position. "Prime Minister Kaalit" Finley said extended a hand, "Welcome to Ui Cenneslaig, I personally prefer meetings to take place out in the countryside rather than the capital so my apology for dragging you out here." Finley explained. Prince Keane walked alongside his father as the group headed towards the warmth of the castle, "Bloody hell son" Finley playfully slapped Keane across the back of his head," you left your Caman" he pointed to where a kind of heavy looking hockey stick was sitting in the grass. "Go get it" Keane hurried away but not before his father gave him a gentle kick on the ass. "Boy would forget his head if it wasn't screwed on." Finley shook his head. Soon they were inside and the family having been ushered off once the photos had been taken the King and Prime Minister headed into a wood panelled lounge, the heads of various Stags hung on the wall, some looking like they'd been there centuries others only a few months. Finley motioned for Kaalit to take a seat in a red leather wingback armchair while he sat down in his own. Soon his Steward brought a huge pot of tea, a pile of bread and a plate of smoked meats and cheeses. Finley rummaged under his chair before revealing a metallic fork about a meter long and handed it to Aaron without stopping the small talk, he then got him own and picked up a piece of bread spearing it onto the prongs and then holding it against the heat of the open fire. He continued asking about things in Vaguzia as though this was the most natural thing in the world, satisfied with his toasting he removed the bread, picked up a piece of ham and wrapped the bread around it, only when the fireside toasted ham sandwich had been consumed did he turn to business.
"Now it's wrong to start proper talks without a halt put to hunger" he explained, "Help yourself as we talk. So you want to find ways of co-operating on a number of factors, some of them will of course be easy, others less so. Militarily we're tied to the CNN and its quiet a jump to go from zero to something close in just one meeting. So where would you want to start and what do you have in mind?" Finley asked as he prepared a second slice of bread.
