Byzantium Summit

Councillor Marelli waited in Conference Room #1 for Victoria Gallo. She was in a fairly good mood, and was hoping for a productive talk. He was some folders with foreign policy information on the table. She was also accompanied by two aides and a translator, though she had been informed that Minister Gallo was fluent enough in Selenid. She was humming a song that had been stuck in her head since the flight from Mekselia when the door opened, and Grazia rose, ready to greet the First Minister.