A man waited at the back door that morning for Mr. Collier and a small security detail to arrive. The Presidential Mansion was relatively cramped inside one of the older, traditionally middle class districts of the capital of Qart Qildar, with its back entrance only a slight bit more grand than others in the area, however, from the front, one would need to walk down an opulent old pathway of elephant statues to access the front door. For intimate matters of state, the administration preferred this casual conduct. The man who was waiting was a aged-looking, middle aged secretary of the Adon who blended in inconspicuously with the hubbub of the hurried yet serene backstreet. He merely sat on a small rickety chair, like many old men did throughout the city, smoking cigarette after cigarette nervously in his tan linen jacket and open necked dress shirt. He saw a a dark state car pull up quietly and he opened the door for the Chairman of Mordusia, a man who he was well familiar with diplomatically from the Adon's constant private political musings to him. The Adon was fairly object in these conversations, as it seemed, in the Adon's mind, there were 'good guys' and there were 'bad guys'. The Mordusian Chairman was a good guy, or so the Adon said, because he defended the socialist Cildanian state diplomatically against Trigunia, and his government worked to fight slave trade.
The secretary shook Chairman Collier's hand and led him inside, cautiously locking the Mansion's door behind him. The Chairman was led through a short hallway plastered with various revolutionary posters and prints into a room where the Adon was sitting at a table covered in a flowered cloth, with tea and breakfast standing guard discreetly on a sideboard. This room was decorated in a mostly masculine and plain style, floral tablecloth aside. The wooden panelling of the room and plain mirrors gave it a refined and friendly glow.
With his smoking pipe in one hand, the Adon, Adonibaal bin Hiempsal Mekír stood up. A corpulent and well built former dockworker, the Adon's open sports shirt and well tailored double breasted coat tied up his powerful appearance like a bow ties a gift box closed. He heavily stepped towards the Chairman with a large inviting smile on his face and said
"It's a pleasure to finally touch base with you in person Gerard, I hope that you enjoy your visit to our emergent worker's utopia and beloved homeland. I do hope we get along, but in the meantime, take a seat, and we will eat. Pipe..?"
After speaking, the Adon pulled out a seat for the Chairman, and he sat down in his own seat. The Adon's wife came in, and she politely said hello before serving breakfast. After giving the Adon a kiss goodbye, she departed with a friendly and brisk farewell, as she had business to attend to.
The Adon puffed on his pipe, and once again gestured Chairman Collier to sit down