The Annual Ilyaerovian Dinner
"Let the night begin," said Mushevfa, and so it did.
Security personel lined the exterior of the dinner room, concealed firearms and earpieces to match, alert glances darting between supervisors. Mumbles into microphones, back to the control room, maintained the flow of culinary staff in and out of the main dinner room. Nods of approval passed down the ranks, to the doormen, who allowed in guests from all over Eras' greatest societies."Let the night begin," said Mushevfa, and so it did.
A bright sunlit garden, dotted with statues of Kaschovian legends and dynasty leaders in the midst of its ancient trees, waited beyond the gates. Kaschovia's many dynasty leaders were in attendance, their differences, cultural and historic, were shown in the colours they wore, and the looks they exchanged. The northern dynasties grouped, almost by nature, as the southern dynasties did. A tangible tension began to fill the room as Mushevfa started his opening internal address, before the big names were to arrive. Everyone took their seats as the lights dimmed.
"Fellow leaders, guests, and others, you are here tonight, to represent Kaschovia. You may have your cultural differences, or differences of opinion, but keep in mind, that no division is healthy in such a fragile international an political stage of our development. You are here tonight, to enjoy yourselves in this era of growth and progress. That is all. I hope you can put aside any current disputes, and be here as one nation."
The lights brightened slightly, as the finest chefs in the nation began to lay out the first of their best works of culinary mastery. A room, filled with the most prominent public figures in Kaschovia, to be graced by some of the most influential leaders in Eras.
What a night it would be.