[h2]Gaillimh Nua, Eastát na Ghaillimh Nua, Colony of Ilathach[/h2]

Ríon Méabh, Queen of Tuath Delbhna Nuadat; rested her head, fighting of the urge to doze off, lulled to sleep by talk of sugar exports, with a bit of excitement peppered in with talks of natives being seen nearby. Méabh, her hand blocking off view of her mouth, was parotting everything the economic adivisor was telling her. The same words he said every day. 

"Sugar is well as always, what of Tobbacco?" Méabh interjected, curious as to how the tastes in old world were progressing

"Tobacco consumption has actually fallen," the advisor replied, sifting through records 

Méabh gave a mild look of displeasure, before asking what had been on her mind all morning, "Has the Dail responded to my request for machines to be sent to clear new pasture land?"

"My lady," The economic advistor said, a glum tone on his lips. "The Taioseach himself has denied your request"

Méabh stormed up, standing tall, fury in her eyes, "He What?"

"The Taoiseach belives that with the climate of potential war with the ever growing militarism of Edoniras, Cruhanvor cannot risk to divert valuable industry to producing deforesting machinery, that will likely just be destroyed by the indigenous people anyways."

Before the advisor could continue, a loud crash rang out, as a silver bowl made contact with the wooden floor, flung by the Petty Queen herself. 

The advisor stammered to get her attention before she could continue in her anger, "...But, My Lady. The Taoiseach has approved for Gaillimh Nua to begin widescale machine production, in response to the growing population, and the more recent influx in native insurgency." 

Méabh's face did not untwist, but the Queen did cease her imposing stance, slowly sitting back down to listen to the rest of what had to be said. "Very well, I want you to inform the people to begin expanding further east, and I want someone to get in a request for more Cattle to be sent here." 

"Yes, ma'am" the economic advistor said, as Méabh's head moved to gaze upon the other members of her tribal court.

"Do we have other matters to attend to?" 

"Actually, yes, we do." 

A voice echoed out from across the Tribal Chamber, with the foreign advisor, Aonghus Ó Chonall. "I was contacted today, by Rí Seán Mac Mathúna of Tír Naomh Breandán, and Rí Roibéard Mac Fearchar of Cósta ó Dheas. Apparently one of the Fiann living in Rí Roibéard's lands was approched by a group carrying a message. Rí Roibéard sent back a message of his own, and is, as High King of Ilathach, as appointed by the Taoiseach and the Dail, mandating that you come to Naomh Seán, along with all the other Ríthe, to engage in diplomacy."

Méabh, still taking in the information, responded rather stalely, "And who are these people?"

"They are, so they claim, from the Empire of Akitsukuni"

"When will I leave"

"We will depart for Naomh Seán immediately"

All the while, a message in return to the Akitsukuni was finding its way, carried by one of the Galian Fiann patrols. 


[hider=To The Greater Akitsukuni Empire]
[@Keyguyperson]
Your message has been received, and the Rí graciously accepts your request for an audience between our nations. I have gathered the other Petty Kings of Ilathach and the audience shall be held within the King's palace in the city of Naomh Seán. I have included directions to the city, from your current location. 

[i]Dia is Padraig duit[/i]
Scribe Síomón Mac Fearghas,
Writing on behalf of Rí Roibéard Mac Fearchar Ó Murchú of The Estate of Cósta ó Dheas, 
And on behalf of all the Petty Kings of Ilathach
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