Future of Galicia

The following day, at 10 AM, the sky opened up above Romus, raining heavily. Accompanying the rain was another dark and dreary sky, putting a downcast mood across the capital of Romanium. Once again, underneath this miserable day, Junius was bored, stuck to his throne, listening to his royal court bicker over the same issues.

"Stop, I have had enough of your bickering. We are Romanium's not simple barbarians. For now, we need to make the necessary preparations to welcome the guests from the Falkon tribe." Demanded an exasperated Junius. 

Ten minutes later, the nervous Falkon tribe members walked in, accompanied by a Royal Guardian guiding them forward. Walking straight before the throne, the Falkon tribe performed a low bow before Chieft Centu began speaking.

"Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to see you again. I very much enjoyed our conversation last night on the future of the continent and the benefits of the empire's brutal war."