President Meriasek, head of the Kussul, and President of the Third Republic of Loundres was a tall man. Born from a family of near giants, his height had always made the rest of his body look disproportioned, his slightly under-weight frame made him look more gaunt and grim than he'd have wanted, though he'd tried to hide it by growing a bear over his face over the last few years, which whilst it did cover the lower part of his face, did nothing anywhere else. To say he was ugly, would be cruel, and to call him unattractive or repulsive would be too harsh, he just didn't match up with what alot of people thought the two metre tall President would look like. His critics back home called him a skeleton; his supporters called him a jolly giant. And though the eyes were tired and strained after almost six decades of life, they did still sparkle.
Clutching his walking stick in one hand, and the hand of his granddaughter in another, Meriasek walked down the stairs from his vehicle. Aides, governors, secretaries and various heads of departments followed him. His son walked next to his father, trying not to make it too obvious, but preparing to catch him if he fell. Meriasek chuckled to himself. He was old, but he wasn't that old. His daughter-in-law hung back abit, not unexpected due to her shyness. The highland games were as much a diplomatic event as they were a sporting event, but they were also a chance for him to enjoy time with his family when all the pleasures of being friendly with powerful people was over for the day. Even if a diplomatic presence was needed throughout the day, the athletes of Loundres and those that served under him in the government were likely more than capable of exchanging pleasantries. Probably.
Patting his granddaughter towards her father, he and his entourage followed the event officials that beckoned him towards the other bigwigs.