Time: Ariel 47th, 1447, 09:00. Location: Second Continent, Narnendia, Kharbury
The Americans are taken to the palace, a large and majestic white building with red spires like something straight out of a fantasy novel while riding in a carriage provided by the countess. When they arrive, they straighten their uniforms and are escorted to the triangular table. Inside a room with two heavily armored knights, both standing well over 6 feet tall, they are allowed inside. In the room they stand before a triangular table with 6 individuals standing around, facing them, 3 men, a woman, and what appears to be an animal. Before anybody can react, a woman with long ears in a robe steps out from behind a pillar, chanting before slamming her staff into the floor. A wave of wind pushes out against everything in the room, not hard enough to injure anybody though. Suddenly the man in the middle of the table speaks, “I heard that some of you cannot speak the common language so our mage was brought in to provide a spell that allows you to speak the common language. I am William Vanderbilt of Narnendia, these are my fellow council members. Let me ask you this first, who are you and why are you here?" Willis steps up, standing up straight and tall with his chest forward, “I am Lieutenant Willis of the United States Army, 82nd Airborne Division. These are my fellow division members. To be honest, we are unsure of why we are here, our mission was to be dropped behind enemy lines in Normandy and cut off German supply lines, yet we suddenly found ourselves here.”
“So you are soldiers then. Why should I even speak to the four of you if you are mere soldiers with little say in politics.”
“We have been given full reign to establish any diplomatic relations we wish until diplomats are sent over from the mainland. Currently, we will have a diplomat arriving, but until then I can offer up anything as long as I have time to confirm with the War Department.”
“Alright then, what does your nation want from us?”
“We request a trade agreement between our two nations, preferably for aluminum, tin, or rubber.”
“I do not know of the aluminum that you speak of but we do have lots of tin and rubber farm plantations. We are willing to give you that tin and rubber for low costs, below market price if you can convince your nation to help us in our war.”
“War? What war are we talking about? I doubt they’d agree to that.”
“We are currently fighting a nation called Aryvanion, a group of human supremacists who want nothing but to conquer our entire continent and enslave us all. They are a born evil that continues to try to push into our borders. We are just barely able to hang on to the border but we will end up being pushed back.”
“That sounds a lot like the Germans back from where we are from. I’ll see what the War Department says. Though I wouldn’t count on it.”
“Then I will pray that your nation accepts. You’re dismissed.”