The Delegation from Viestrana, 3 younger men, solemnly walked in and gazed at the other delegations. They had been relatively isolationist for some time, and hardly knew half these nations. Nevertheless, they retained their solemn posture as they walked in in a unified posture and sat down. The most interestingly dressed of them all was perhaps the Crown Prince, dressed in a dark blue robe with a red sash. They sat down and almost smirked at the discussion going on. The Crown Prince had not been at a meeting in some time. He remembered it as his father used to be at such meetings, but ever since the expansion of Selene, Viestrana had remained quiet, perhaps out of fear of Selene enforcing its democracy on its people. The Prince, however, had new hope for his people, as Selene had seemed withdrawn recently. He hoped this conference would manufacture alliances. The Prince took no notice of the fact that he was late---this was common, to be a bit late, even for important things, in Viestrana. He sat and gazed at the First Counciller of Sartoria. He had a gift to present, but that could wait. It was rude to interrupt negotiations.