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Post by Artsy Astra on Sept 26, 2022 2:02:15 GMT -5
With the threat of Grinvel still looming over Marrlans head, a master must provide food for the dogs of war. In this case, fuel. A telegram would be sent to the Dirian foreign affairs office in a bid to alleviate their troubles.
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KyferLegs (Diria)
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Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on Sept 26, 2022 3:10:53 GMT -5
As the telegram went through the Federal Foreign Office of Diria from the Head of Foreign Affairs of Marrlan, the small building buzzed to life once again. Soon the request was going through the intricate steps of approval, and conversations between the Federal Ministry for Economic Cooperation and Development discussed possibilities. Eventually, discussions and calculations concluded with lists of requests, numbers, and negotiation points formed, summarized, and sent in a complex message of approval to the Dirian Embassy in Harbaville, Marrlan. The Dirian Ambassador Elvia Zahra overviewed and memorized the details given to him, and then, when ready, Zahra sent his reply to the Marrlan Head of Foreign Affairs Lei Korsky.
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Post by Artsy Astra on Sept 26, 2022 22:26:59 GMT -5
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KyferLegs (Diria)
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Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on Sept 27, 2022 21:26:03 GMT -5
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Post by Artsy Astra on Sept 30, 2022 14:31:34 GMT -5
Korsky would leave her office in the big government 'park' and walk down the street to the Dirian embassy. She'd enter and give the receptionist a wave and ask which way it was to the Ambassadors office. After making some small talk and getting the direction she'd say her goodbyes and give a brief knock on the Ambassador's door before entering, "Ambassador Zahra, it's good to see you."
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Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on Oct 1, 2022 20:33:36 GMT -5
Zahra's head shot up as he fumbled for a moment throwing a few papers aside from his desk and pulling a fresh blank paper onto the simple table he used. Taking off his half-lens reading glasses, he quickly stood up, walked towards Korsky, and spoke with delight, "Korsky! It is good to see you again!" Zahra extended his hand for a quick handshake and gave a short bow before backing up and guiding Korsky to his desk. "Ah, sorry for the office change, miss Korsky, that other large office I found excessive." After mumbling about relinquishing worldly possessions and practicing simplicity, Zahra sat back down. Now at his desk, he put on his reading glasses and adjusted them symmetrically on his muzzle. Looking back up and relaxing his ears, he gestured for Korsky to sit as he spoke. "Now, where were we, oh yes, the slus- I mean sludgy stuff- the oil."
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