[IC] The Great Meeting

Cusarit Castle

Marco Valerio took his seat, trying to hide his amazement at either the sheer ignorance or bold revisionism that Dras Ishay was displaying when he described Selene as being a decadent nation that had fostered endless wars. He wanted to speak up, but he knew the time would come, and it was best to focus on one task at a time. He waited as people delivered their breakfast, what looked like fish and noodles with some onnions. He was no fan of onions, but that fish and those noodles looked just fine, so he took a bite. Sure enough, they had a distinct flavour, one that he had never tasted, but was looking forward to fully explore in the days to come.

It was curious that his was one of two delegations that had accepted the invitation to have breakfast. He had assumed all attending delegations would have the courtesy of accepting an invitation from their host, but apparently only Sartoria and Pontilear had such manners. He discretely smirked. Not bad for a Selene puppet now, was it?