Prince Fadil understood that the pale women of Kaitaine considered themselves "desert people" so he recognised the symbolism behind the gesture of the gift. He uncapped the flask and drank a little, "Very nice" he said as he carefully capped the flask. "I hope on day to walk upon the sands of your homeland." He sensed a kind of tension between those from Chistopol but that would be none of his concern. He was merely the person responsible for ensuring that these delegations get to the The Palace at Sabha. Unlike how he imagined many nations the road, more just a wide tarmac strip, that lead to the capitals walls there were hardly any cars to be seen. Once they reached the gate a gaggle of men with guns and a variety of jackets, turbans, berets and various other attires appeared. "Each tribe wished to have a member of the guard present and well that means no dress code." Fadil motioned a sweeping hand around their escort who formed a protective circle around them. Much like the road the city itself was quiet, while people were slowly heading into its wall from the desert it was never busy once the annual markets of livestock had gone. The walk was uphill as the Palace sat ontop of a series of rocks making it climb above all other buildings and by the time they reached the front gate Fadil could feel his legs burning despite the climb not being a long one. He imagined how his father managed this several times a day, perhaps the Prince had become too reliant on his horse.
Sultan Yahya was waiting for his guests. Without need of an introduction he gave a small polite nod to Crown Prince Karlis and then a handshake, next was Duchess Louisa. The two noble born guests greeted he turned to the commoners, first Laine as he was a leader of a nation and then to the imposing Debdale to whom he addressed his first words. "Minister Debdale I had hoped your Reverned Mother would come with you. She sounds a rather intriguing young woman and to have achieved so much at that age, well I believe you will convey my best wishes to her." He then turned to Karlis, "Your father too is a man I admire, to lead a nation to freedom against the Soviets is a legacy he can rightfully be proud of. While we largely avoided their gaze we regularly heard tale of the horrors inflicted upon your nation. We ourselves did nothing, our military being far too small to do anything of worth in that situation, and for that I am sorry. The Soviet way is one we should keep within their walls. Please come with me." He took them up through various floors of the Palace, none huge but all comfortable. On the top floor was a huge room, not much furniture though. A large ornate golden chair sat as the only obvious place to sit but instead Yahya crossed to a series of cushions on the floor. "I hope you do not mind our ways. We're more accustomed to living in the sands so at times furniture is sparse." He slowly lowered himself to the floor his ancient knees creaking as he did so. He settled himself on a mound of soft cushions and then rang a small silver bell.
A girl in her early teens appeared carrying a tray, it was a simple wooden affair and she placed it on the floor in the centre of the cushions while kneeling. "This is my great-grand-daughter Mina" the girl kept her eyes lowered as she poured each guest a sweet tea and a glass of water. She said nothing and when done regained her feet bowed and walked away backwards. "She is one of the first women in our family to be able to read after she briefly attended some of the facilities your Missionara established last year. Now she wants a library, I have no idea how our camels will transport that." he began chuckling. "Now as for our business I hope we can send a message that our region is one that will no longer tolerate any attempts by the Soviets to impose their will upon the world. I see us as being the first barrier to Mundus falling to a system designed to eradicate everything good about our world, faith, individuality and ambition. I would appreciate gaining an understanding as to how your people now see the Soviets, each of us come from very different experiences."