[b]Naarden, Naarden Peninsula, NFRU[/b]

Word had come in to the port authorities not but several days prior that the arrival of a warship from the south of Irodein design baring the flags of the newly risen Cyzin Kingdom on the southernmost peninsula of the Middle Sea. As luck would have it several military vessels of comparable tonage had recently left port leaving plenty of space for the battleship to come into dock: a fact that the foreman of the port's docking detail was most thankful for. Although several days was hardly enough to plan extensive tours and similar pleasantries that painted the image often expected by foreign dignitaries it was more than enough to brief and prepare the Lieutenant Proletariat-General for the meeting. 

As such, Lieutenant Proletariat-General Erhard Brandt was found waiting at the grey, breezy docks in a thick grey long-coat and a heavy linen and fur cap to keep his head warm. His short, well trimmed beard barely registered the movement of the wind as his brown eyes stared patiently at the warship as it pulled into harbor. Flanking him were several other dignitaries, most notably the Inspector General Marceline Lara Favreua, head of the Assembly for Social Harmony. The Inspector General wore a femine frock coat and a long woolen dress under that, so thick and heavy it seemingly drooped to the ground and then some. A thin pair of spectacles balanced on the bridge of her nose, just partially in the way of her eyes: the mark of an avid reader cursed with vision problems. Behind the pair stood a whole flock of similarly dressed individuals, no doubt the numerous lackeys of the two. As was common in most diplomatic sessions held by the NFRU, and in much contrast to many other governments, not a single soldier could be seen accompanying the throng of diplomats. Indeed, it seemed the only Federal soldiers were those on their ships and frequenting the harbor who were far more interested in the warship or their own tasks than the people disembarking. As soon as the Cyzin dignitaries had made landfall they were greeted with the best traditional Cyzin bow the northmen could muster.

"Welcome friend-revolutionaries, I am Lieutenant Proletariat-General Erhard Brandt," intoned Erhard as he raised his hand in a welcoming gesture upon returning upright, a smile creasing his visage and revealing his pearly-white teeth that practically lit up the foggy surroundings. "If the fish speak truly, as I have found they usually do, then your revolution goes well. No doubt this vessel is proof of that enough. As a former revolutionary myself, though for a different cause, I can't help but feel respect for your people's struggle. If you would be your desire, a car awaits to take us to more comfortable lodgings far removed from this blanket of fog."