From the Kingdom of Nis to the Kingdom of Clysperis:
Dear the Kingdom of Clysperis,
I am delighted to, on behalf of the people of Nis, accept your invitation to review your infrastructure for you Summer Games bid. I understand that you have only relatively recently left a civil war, and I am sure many are interested to see the progress you have made rebuilding your nation. Wars are destructive events and the speed at which Clysperis has been rebuilt is a credit to you and a mystery to the economists of the world. Whilst I am sure we won't be able to steal your secrets to such a recovery, I am sure the results of it will be well worth the trip. Unfortunately, and I hope you forgive me, I will be unable to attend myself, as I am preoccupied with more important matters. I am sure you understand. In my stead I shall send Anton Kynev, who shall act as my representative and report back to me. I pray you receive him as you would receive me.
Your Sincerely,
His Most Blessed Majesty Stefan Basil the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of Niš, King of the Nišavians, the Blitkens, the Aleksijanci, the Tračani, the Iliri, the Visines and the Basnions, Guardian of the Church, Protector of His People.
Anton Kynev, first Trački (but not the last) to be appointed the title of Royal Diplomat, stepped off the plane and shielded his eyes with hands. The Sun seemed to beat down, swelteringly hot in this heathen land. The two Black Hand agents, both discreetly standing amongst his three aides as they walked down the steps onto the runway were his idea to take, though he had received the King's blessing. Both were to act as bodyguards in this heathen land, on the off-chance that he needed them. Clysperis had only relatively recently left its civil war, and radical elements could still be lurking. Besides, this was a land of pagans; men, women and children who were doomed to burn in hell, with practises that originated demons. Who knows what they might do to a God-fearing Christian. He'd keep these thoughts to himself, of course. He was a trained diplomat, politeness was key, and keeping your thoughts on the status of other's immortal souls to yourself played into that politeness. He looked around the runway, looking for any sign of them being greeted by a delegation from Clysperis. He understood that they'd be receiving alot of curious guests, so he didn't delude himself into thinking their queen would have the chance to see them.