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“Prophet?” North asked as he sat down, “We have many who are Prophets, Seers or otherwise claim such titles. None however have their own nations, This Holy land must be a boon to you and your people; allowing your father to stockpile resources and followers.”
 
Waving down a waiter, he paused. “But enough of that for now, you must have bared witness to the events of the meeting, tell me what are your opinions regarding peace between some of these clearly troubled nations?” As he was given a menu by the masked waiter the White Glove member almost seemed to scoff at the group likely their manner of dress, North only felt the waiter was off when he gave him the laminated menu. Barely perusing the menu he continued. “I’m not familiar enough with the local politics, err foreign I mean. We tend to refer to the former United States as a single entity, the Lower 48s as it were. Even after we split into commonwealths. Hmm,” North said with an audible hum. “They have rather high prices, you’d almost think they were serving Wendigo. Not that I’d expect them to be out here.” North said as he flipped the page. “Can’t go wrong with steak, good tender Brahmin and some Ace 1 sauce.”