[color=9e0b0f][h1]Ciudad,Ocena[/h1][/color]

President Roman Salvatore sat in his office with a desk that was absolutely covered in a plethora of books and a single empty book that was ready for presidential-level memoirs. [i]Elise bought me this, she's a nice girl. I hope she grows to be like her mother. Damn it Roman don't stray[/i] he thought. But again he stared off into the tan walls, day dreaming of the beaches of his childhood here in Isla Ocena, he pondered his road to the office and the country he's running. In his life he has accomplished so much, but it seemed nearly impossible to put the ink on the paper. It wasn't writer's block that was keeping the President from starting, but instead, he was afraid to realize that everything was soon coming to an end. It was a deliberate slow ending that he knew would happen ten or even twenty years ago, it was his second and final ten year term. (In Hambrian Government the President would serve one to two ten year terms, however the second must be consecutive or you're unable to rerun.) 

Salvatore began looking around the room for inspiration, he chanced upon an original Keneally that depicted the signing of the Armistice between the Imperium and the colonized nation of Hambria. Something in his mind clicked and he began to envision his first chapter. [i]"My life began like the Republic's, in a great divide. My father left my mother months after I was born leaving a single mother, Mrs. Sabrina Salvatore, on her own to fend for her newborn child."[/i] Roman penned the last word and the phone rang. Irritatedly he answered with a simply word,

"Yes?" On the other side of the line was his secretary, Linda, replied in an equally concise manner,

"You have a meeting in the War Room." The War Room was the name for the Conference room and rarely had anything to do with the Military Situations. Feeling embarrassed for forgetting the President of the Hambrian Nation sheepishly come back with,

"Thank you Linda." He pushed himself away from the chair and very carefully placed his memoirs to the side as if thoughts could spill out of it and be lost. The President walked out of his office and was immediately flanked by his two body guards while he waved thank you at Linda. He walked the distance to the War Room, which was in the Eastern Wing of the Presidential Estate. Once inside he was greeted by Mario Berziogni; Head of Military Branch, Danilo Gallineri; Head of Agricultural Decisions, Rodrigo Verde; Head of Science and Knowledge, Raefiel Gidare; Head of International Affairs, and Tim Puzo; Head of Domestic Affairs.
 
Mario began the meeting with talks about expanding the military and increasing border guards because he fears the People's Republic of Kataylabinsk or Tiqsimuyu might attack for reason's unknown to anybody in the room since the nations have remained peaceful for centuries. Danilo had nothing to present but unfounded research on the effects of pesticides. Rodrigo just continued with Danilo's points and advising to ask the elves. Raefiel was content with observing before he began to talk about Yllendthyr. 

"The elves are very efficient and knowledgeable when it comes to these environmental issues. The down side is some view the imperialism and their elitism as a negative, obviously." Roman mulled the idea over in his head thinking through pros and cons. Eventually he came to a consensus and told Raefiel to send the word over to the Couriers' department to send a diplomat out to Yllendthyr's capital to try and open talks about gaining an Alchemist or two to help research the Danilo's case.


[h3]Couriers' Department[/h3]

Katrina Claire, a Diplomat for the Hambrian government, waited patiently at the airport hoping her handler would be in time. Just in time he handed her the folder and ran off, which she thought was just rude. However she bordered the airship and began to read the dossier. It clearly stated to above all establish a lines of communication to and from Yllendthyr. Below was a secondary objective, which was establish a trade route. As she finished the airship began to lift off and head off to Yllendthyr.