[center][h2][color=yellow]Republic of Itherae[/color][/h2]

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It was a cold day, approximately one PM, the remnants of winter having one last fun before the warmth of spring came to do the world well. Things had been moving quite slow through the government as of late, boring the president as he had nothing of note to actually do. Alexi Georgas, President of Itherea, simply sat at his desk in the capitol building, a large building modeled after the design of ancient Itherean architecture with pillars supporting the front and central chambers and one singular roof going over the top of the building. Tapping his fingers on the alpine desk, Alexi thought of what he could to better his country. Of course, he wouldn't know, being stuck inside of the capital building and all. 

“What problems are there to solve?,” Alexi asked himself before a knock came upon the door to his office, a sigh came to the man. “Come in! Come in!,” the president ordered, standing up from his chair to greet whoever had decided to bother him.

In came a young woman, his secretary, came in holding a sizeable stack of papers. Alexi moved around the desk to help the poor woman by taking the papers and shifting them over to his desk. He looked down upon it, he already knew what a large portion of it was, Basile Milas, Minister of the Army, had come complaining to him once again about the size of military while being surrounded by great powers. “Why must this man constantly plague me with this?,” Alexi asked to no one in particular.

“Perhaps it is just his concern for his country,” the woman answered, straightening out the folds in her dress as the president turned to address her, causing her back to straighten like a soldier to her commander.

He looked upon the long haired brunette, shaking his head and giving a singular chuckle to her response. “I suppose. I'm not going to bother to read this right now. I need to find problems within the community, hopefully make people happier in the process,” the president commented going back around to sit in his chair. With a sigh, the man leaned back and rubbed his temple.

“Why not ask the people themselves?,” the woman asked.

“Pardon?”

“Why not ask the people themselves?,” she repeated, looking directly at the president who seemed to be nodding as he considered the option. His chair turned to gaze out of the window, looking upon the urban city of Itherea, interlocking his fingers as he continued to think upon the subject.

“Very well! Print out some papers to request the people to send me some letters about any notable problems within the country,” Alexi ordered, turning back to the secretary with a smile on his face. At least it would give him something to do for the time being. “Oh, and could you summon mister Milas for me. I'm going to talk to him.”

The secretary nodded before leaving.

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Basile Milas, a rather large and imposing man, one who was large in a rather unattractive way as well, strode into the office of the president with passion in his large green eyes. It was a rather routine thing whenever he wanted to speak about the condition of their military, though he was proud of the training and discipline of their men. “Mister president, I wish to talk-,” silenced by the raising of Alexi’s hand.

“I know very well what you wish to talk about,” Alexi stated, staring the man in the eye before gazing down at the stack of papers once more, “I would like you to know that I will allow you to gather more field cannons before I get to anything else in your rather large list.” The president took a piece of a paper and a pen, writing on it, and handing it to Milas. It was an order for additional field cannons, and while it was not much, it did a lot to brighten Milas’ mood. 

“Who do you wish for me to order them from?,” inquired the minister of war. 

“I would suggest the National Arms Manufactory,” answered the president with a small smile, turning away from the large man. That concluded their meeting for the time being, it was a small start to improving the military but it was a start nonetheless.

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Alessandro Logos, a diplomat to the Tyro-Redanian people, currently travelled along the train line between Tannerburg and Dio, the train line that might open up a rather lucrative trade deal between the two nations. He was planning on what to say to the Tyro-Redanian’s when he arrived. Perhaps he would open up with the fact the two already had an existing railroad line between them? That seemed to be the best option, yes. Maybe he could tell them of the vast resources that the Republic actually had. Regardless, Alessandro was simply hoping to have trade open between the Empire and the Republic and not come back empty handed. 

With some wine in one hand and a plate of cheese in front of him, he began planning out his words. Delicate planning indeed.