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It had taken a few months to complete, but greed was a powerful motivator. It had taken even less time to get it to where it needed to go safely.

Ambassador Lunamoon of New Drakran waited for her presence to be publicly announced walking forwards to greet the man that had been sent to speak with her. While the fact that Lord Finch had been far to busy dealing with current events to come and greet her personally might have been viewed as an insult, in the end it did not matter. Offering the man a bow, the Ambassador smiled with a disarming warmth take could only be achieved by years of practicing in politics.

"Greetings. I apologize for my visit to seem to appear out of the blue but shortly after President Kiue received word that the new nation of Prussia was being formed he decided that a simple letter of congratulations would not be appropriate enough for such a momentous occasion and thus he had a gift commissioned out of his own pocket to be delivered to Lord Finch as soon as possible." 

Turning towards the men standing next to an otherwise unassuming crate, the red haired ambassador nodded her head. With some care, the men opened the crate so that the agent could see what was within... as well as some members of the small crowd that had gathered to see what was going on. The light seeped into the darkened crate got a massive return as the large, silver throne shone like a star. It might not have been the biggest throne to ever exist, but the fact that it appeared to have been constructed completely out of silver more then made up for the lack of size. Gold ran along its edges in patterns that entranced the viewer, a true work of art in and of themselves. At the end of the arm rests, hanging as if from a tree rested two golden apples so lifelike that one would have to break their teeth on them before someone would know for certain that they were made of gold as well. The idea to use bronze around the back had been abandoned fairly early on, golden artworks taking up the space instead. This was a throne that any ruler would kill to claim as their own. 
 
Once the agent (and the crowd) got a good eyeful, the men would close the crate back up as Ambassador Lunamoon cleared her throat to catch the Numburg agent's attention once again. "Can you take us to meet Lord Finch as soon as possible?"