Bergenheim
Establishing Nation
Angela Zweigler had been trying to follow the various back and forths going on in the Hall, confident that she could settle more focused things with Jedreck at the next break, yet she was quickly beginning to regret turning her attention back to the conference at large. She rolled her eyes at the rustic imbecility of the Elbe delegate, banging his hand like a child on the table. Truly, the Kingdom of Elbe remained, at least in Bergener eyes, the hillbilly Germanic nation.
Yet when the incredibly arrogant Engellexic spoke, in their deliberately torturous and archaic way, she had to blink her eyes. She had studied Engellexic and could speak it well enough, but she requested the diplomatic translation anyway.
She tried to unpack just what nonsense had been said. Her incredulity got the better of her, and she found herself thumbing the microphone on her desk to speak.
"Forgive me, honourable delegates. I fear I do not understand what has just been said. If this is indeed as our esteemed colleagues from Kashtan say, simply a means for nations to talk...then I fail to see its utility in affirming the pleasure or displeasure of the Engellexic Republic, or indeed any other sovereign body. Any motion, resolution or conclusion reached by this body would have no binding weight whatsoever. If I understand my honoured colleague of Engellex correctly, they want some guarantee that the resolutions of this house not only be...uh...non-binding, but also non-raisable if the Republic finds them unsuitable. Am I correct?"
She looked around, and realised people were staring at her now, but for quite a different reason. She resisted the urge to turn crimson with embarrassment.
Well, she'd really poked the lion now....
Yet when the incredibly arrogant Engellexic spoke, in their deliberately torturous and archaic way, she had to blink her eyes. She had studied Engellexic and could speak it well enough, but she requested the diplomatic translation anyway.
She tried to unpack just what nonsense had been said. Her incredulity got the better of her, and she found herself thumbing the microphone on her desk to speak.
"Forgive me, honourable delegates. I fear I do not understand what has just been said. If this is indeed as our esteemed colleagues from Kashtan say, simply a means for nations to talk...then I fail to see its utility in affirming the pleasure or displeasure of the Engellexic Republic, or indeed any other sovereign body. Any motion, resolution or conclusion reached by this body would have no binding weight whatsoever. If I understand my honoured colleague of Engellex correctly, they want some guarantee that the resolutions of this house not only be...uh...non-binding, but also non-raisable if the Republic finds them unsuitable. Am I correct?"
She looked around, and realised people were staring at her now, but for quite a different reason. She resisted the urge to turn crimson with embarrassment.
Well, she'd really poked the lion now....