"Naturally." Sadazane said with a nod before handing over a few folders which contained information on Fusan's present trade deals. "As it stands, the most significant to keep in mind is the ASDN—the Association of Shaw and Dauntel Nations—which does affect trade to some degree, mostly by requiring lower tariffs on imported goods between member-states as compared to countries not party to the Dunwich Declaration. I can't imagine that impacting Dunhart so greatly as to preclude a deal." He added before saying "Beyond that, there really isn't much of note beyond the standard dealings one might expect from a country like Fusan, none of which would impact Dunhart in any way."

There were advantages to being a nation that many would say was in decline, people kind of left you alone. Over the past 100 years or so around 30million of your own people had elected to seek a life beyond your own borders. That though had simply meant the vast resources the Gods had blessed them with went further and so while the nation struggled in some respects it was a nation where, if you looked beyond the fairly frequent religious carnage, life could be good. Life in Xerente was dominated by the faith. In a way everyone should have been worshipping Salvatrix for she would one day return and save every soul, others though believed that while the Goddess was powerful other actions must be taken for if she would save us all we need to make sure we survive in the best manner we can until then, that was where the problems started. Those in the Cults of Bellator believed being the best fighters and warriors would increase your chance of seeing this moment, meanwhile those who followed Mendax believed in the use of cunning and guile to position yourself in as strong a position as possible for when she returned. Throw into the mix that not only did the five sub-cults have a love/hate relationship with each other they also had their own sub-cults. Chief Magistrate Narcis Zappa now regretted this as he would need to try and navigate explaining this to an outsider. However he was not alone, thankfully the Primarch of the Covenant would be alongside him. Octavia Pax had the unenviable job of keeping the various Cults inline, a task some said was like trying to herd kittens. Attired in a simple black suiness suit she didn't radiate the image of a faith leader but that was just one of the Primarch's job. She also had a government role, acting as a check and balance to the Chief Magistrate Narcis Zappa who would be dealing with todays business. In truth he was rather nervous. It wasn't the cosy trade talk, or embassy expansion he had imagined but more like an inspection. He knew the Morelanders were rather well connected so perhaps this was a chance to make a good impression.

When the Morelander finally arrived at Xarqueada International Airport he found a group of black uniformed men holding historic looking rifles presenting a guard of honour from the bottom of his aircrafts steps to the two hosts. While foreign affairs were firmly Narcis' field of play he was also aware that protocol was potentially important and so he was happy to allow Octavia to take a lead and she confidently stepped towards King David. "Welcome to Xerente Your Majesty. We're delighted to welcome you. The background to your visit may not be the most joyous but we hope we can ensure you leave happy. I hope your young countryman is OK?" She enquired. "This is Chief Magistrate Narcis Zappa, he'll be doing most of the talking for our nation just with some of the talks likely requiring a religious input he thought it best that I should be here too."

"Your Majesty" Narcis bowed his head. "I agree this may be an unfortunate reason for our meeting but I hope we can make something good come from it." He escorted the King towards a waiting helicopter. "I would normally encourage you to enjoy the sights of Xarqueada, its a beautiful city, however its also a chaotic city in terms of traffic and so we believed it better to take a more direct route." The group boarded the helicopter and Narcis handed everyone a headset. Soon the helicopter’s rotors thundered through the early morning air, casting a shadow that skimmed the green fields crisp with frost. The city stretched like an intricate mosaic, where ancient history and modern life intertwined seamlessly. To the left, the mist covered hills flanked the city. The helicopter veered in towards the city itself, gliding over the terracotta-tiled rooftops of the Old Town which today was little more than a tourist attraction. The unmistakable form of Temples marking the skyline still dominating the heart of the city. Tourists and locals alike appeared as tiny, bustling figures, moving through its historic courtyards and beneath arches that had withstood centuries of storms and war. Beyond the Old Town, the city expanded into modern districts, where glass-fronted buildings and bustling streets signaled the pulse of modern life. The hum of life was almost audible even above the roar of the rotors—a blend of car horns, laughter from open-air cafés, and the faint strains of street musicians performing by the various Temple steps.

As the helicopter climbed higher, the view extended to the rugged peaks of the hills that formed the border with Abertone, their gray limestone faces streaked with patches of green. To the south, the green forests of Marjan jutted out from the mist their evergreen trees maintaining an otherwise missing spark of colour in the white dusted landscape. Joggers and cyclists braving the cold morning were visible from above, tiny dots weaving through a natural escape that seemed worlds away from the city’s vibrant core. Ahead, the Primarch's Palace building loomed—a modern architectural anomaly on the outskirts of the city. Its sleek, angular design and metallic sheen contrasted starkly with the red roofs and ancient stone of the Old City. Security vehicles surrounded the building like chess pieces on a board, their positions strategic and unwavering. Banners of the six Gods fluttered from the buildings roof. As the helicopter descended, the faint scent of damp soil gave way to the sterile, metallic tang of the landing pad. As the rotors stopped a young man hurried, head bowed, towards the door and opened it just as the blades locked into place. "Your Majesty" he helped unstrap King David before holding the door for him. Now free of their transport the Primarch and Magistrate took the King inside the building which despite its name was just 20 years old. "The old one was destroyed by earthquake then fire. It's on the opposite side of the city and being turned into something of a tourist trap." Octavia added as they made their way to her large lounge used for when she normally meet with the various Cult leaders. "So King David where would you like to begin?"

"King David" Natalya greeted the Morelanders as the press snapped the photos that would inevitably be part of tomorrows front pages. "Stasya" she embraced her friend then leaned down to Llewellyn's level. "And you must be Llewellyn. You're mother and me are good friends" She said offering a small handshake to the Prince knowing that the media would eat this up. Once the formalities had been dealt with the Queen and King made their way to the waiting White luxury car that would whizz them through Gaia, meanwhile a large SUV would take Stasya, Llewellyn, Jasmina and Tonya to the Isle. There would be plenty of time for the ladies to fuss over Llewellyn who had a handful of friends of the Isle from all his visits while the two monarchs handled business.

The Queen had instructed Jasmina to organise one of the small lounges on the top floor of the Palace for their meeting. It looked out over the Alucard where the winter winds were making the sea like grey and hostile. Still that was on the other side of the double glazed floor to ceiling window and at least on this side of things the roaring fire-place made things a lot more pleasant. The Queen had asked Lubos Kubik to join them and he had been busy overseeing the tea making process with Lady Svetlana when the monarchs arrived. "Green Tea, no milk, one sugar if I remember" the Lord of the Conclave offered the tea cup that was dwarfed in his huge hands. Natalya motioned for them all to sit and then began. "Our nations are extremely close friends. We've been through a lot together and without you Lodja would still be in the 1920's at best in terms of our military mentality. The thing is we've run to a point where now, with the exception of some technology, I think we stand very much more as equals than we ever did. The thing is our friendship has always been with East Moreland as a kind of mentor to us alongside Ui Cennesliag, partly because of the history of the Queendom and partly because we've had three young Queen's in quick succession. We currently have an agreement based on friendship and not on formalities, that's something I'm happy with but its also something we can't continue with. One day it'll be Princess Rhiannon and whoever wears our crown sat here discussing the future of our lands, but I'd like that to be with a foundation of stone and not a foundation of best wishes. So with that in mind I'd like us to turn our friendship into a piece of paper."

OOC- My mistake Prince Benjamin is a cousin of the King not brother.....shouldn't matter though to what we have so far.

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Benjamin was used to political negotiations, be that in is former role as member of the medical profession trying to get better pay or as the leader of the semi-autonomous region of Granwick. His role as his cousins Lead Officer, the title given to the Head of Government, though meant this was likely going to be the most significant conversation he'd had in terms of negotiations. After toucing down and getting settled in the motorcade he had to admit that the joint flags was a nice touch. As he arrived and saw the Prime Minister he made sure his jacket was pulled straight, it would look awful looking less than smart in the media, and then he stood waiting for the national anthem to finish. He exchanged pleasantries with the Prime Minister and then followed them inside. "It a pleasure to meet you" He began as the formalities of outside had been completed. "In terms of free trade its potentially something we can examine however there are going to need to be some clarifications. The first is my understanding is that you have several free trade agreements already. I would be keen to ensure that you do not become a conduit of sorts for them to Dunhart, while we're happy to encourage trade there are some nations that trade with in the sense of what your describing may not be desirable. So I need to understand your existing trade structures first."