Robert led the ambassador up the stairs, nodding to his brother, who was making a phone call, as he passed. He walked past the guards, the ambassador and his delegation following him. He led then through the doors and into the lobby of the hall. The city hall itself was a relic of King Ferdinand II’s reign, decorated like the Fleuroix palaces and hotels he had admired so much.
Robert led them to another set of doors, and pushed them open to reveal a long corridor, lined with offices on either side. He led them down it, towards the double doors at the end. He stopped, briefly, to allow a member of ASSO to pass in front of them, hurriedly delivering something to someone.
In the background, a piano could be heard. The City Hall was still used for its music concert hall, where the cream of society would come and sip expensive wines whilst musicians played pieces by Mozart and other composers such as Wagner and Beethoven. Whatever was being played, it was quite dramatic, with plenty of crescendos and sudden stops.
He stopped in front of the double doors and knocked twice. The doors opened, and two ASSO agents looked them up and down before stepping aside to let them through. They walked into the room, semi-circular. 10 raised desks stood. Behind each of them, rows of benches stood. The 10 members of the Tarc sat behind the raised desks, whilst their total 500 advisors would usually sit on the benches. Today, each Representative had only 5 advisors, compared to their usual 50, making much more space on the benches. To one side another desk sat one which Hadyn Lost, head of ASSO usually sat. Today he was absent, apparently having some business elsewhere to attend to. Another desk was placed in the centre of the room, with benches lined up behind, for the Heyran ambassador and his delegate.
Robert guided the Heyran to their place, before taking his place behind Bill Jovi.
Oscar Joan, one of the most recent members of the Tarc nodded to the Heyrans and cleared his throat.
“Good morning.” he said, “for the records, this is the first formal meeting between the Republic of Heyra and the People’s Republic of Aschlon. Mr Aniger, it is nice to meet you.”
He introduced the other Tarc members.
“We are gathered here to, hopefully, leave with an agreement between us. We understand as a minarchy, that you will be unable to make certain agreements with us that other nations are able to, in order to avoid the breaking of your own law.”
OOC- As i have never done something like this, i would appreciate it if you could get the ball rolling.