von Pittenfeld estate, near Pillau
The von Pittenfeld family is one of the oldest landed families in Bourgogne. Initially part of Twente, the Pillau region was Bourgogne's Germanic region: Germanic in culture and language and Twentish in faith. It was a bit cooler than in the south but the wet summer had brought in a heavy humidity. Thankfully, the estate was tucked in a forest so the trees provided some shade. The baroque manor was initially a hunting estate but the war in 1760 left the main household destroyed and the von Pittenfelds migrated to their hunting estate. Now, the family mostly lived in Pillau and used the estate as a getaway. For this moment, it was on loan to the Ducal government. The Grand Duke looked tired and hot not slept well recently. He felt as if the Burgundian nation was being boxed into a corner from which it could not escape. At every point in which Bourgogne extended their hand, it was viciously slapped away. It dared not militarize the border with Serenierre out of fears of provocation. In the Grand Duke's mind, the nation was going to be whittled away as the communist conglomerate degraded it. The delegation from Engellex had been met quietly but smartly at the Pillau airport- a small honor guard and the Grand Duke's Dean of Staff led the small motorcade through the heat to the small manor.
Grand Duke Maximilien heard the motorcade approach through the cracked window. The study was small but large enough for some arm chairs and a small table among the bookshelves. He was dressed simply in a light blue buttondown shirt and tie, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his typical brown tweed pants. He had initially cracked the window to rid the room of pipe smoke but not all of it had gone. The screech of some brakes on the dirt drive brought Maximilien to standing. Flattening out this trousers, he debated fixing his sleeves but instead decided to leave them. He waited for the door to open and the Dean to show the delegation into the study.
The von Pittenfeld family is one of the oldest landed families in Bourgogne. Initially part of Twente, the Pillau region was Bourgogne's Germanic region: Germanic in culture and language and Twentish in faith. It was a bit cooler than in the south but the wet summer had brought in a heavy humidity. Thankfully, the estate was tucked in a forest so the trees provided some shade. The baroque manor was initially a hunting estate but the war in 1760 left the main household destroyed and the von Pittenfelds migrated to their hunting estate. Now, the family mostly lived in Pillau and used the estate as a getaway. For this moment, it was on loan to the Ducal government. The Grand Duke looked tired and hot not slept well recently. He felt as if the Burgundian nation was being boxed into a corner from which it could not escape. At every point in which Bourgogne extended their hand, it was viciously slapped away. It dared not militarize the border with Serenierre out of fears of provocation. In the Grand Duke's mind, the nation was going to be whittled away as the communist conglomerate degraded it. The delegation from Engellex had been met quietly but smartly at the Pillau airport- a small honor guard and the Grand Duke's Dean of Staff led the small motorcade through the heat to the small manor.
Grand Duke Maximilien heard the motorcade approach through the cracked window. The study was small but large enough for some arm chairs and a small table among the bookshelves. He was dressed simply in a light blue buttondown shirt and tie, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his typical brown tweed pants. He had initially cracked the window to rid the room of pipe smoke but not all of it had gone. The screech of some brakes on the dirt drive brought Maximilien to standing. Flattening out this trousers, he debated fixing his sleeves but instead decided to leave them. He waited for the door to open and the Dean to show the delegation into the study.