The Junitaki delegation arrives on the back of a large, shaggy dog. It pants as it lumbers into the meeting room, a saturated tongue lolling out of its mouth and leaving a visible trail of drool. The representative dismounts and hurries over to the table.
"I'm so sorry, I'm not late, am I?" They glance around the room taking stock of all one (1) persons present. "...Okay, I am late. I'm terribly sorry, this isn't like me at all, but you would not believe the traffic on the Skyrail today- anyway, I'm not here to bore you with excuses. Let's get brown to brash tax."
They gently slide the proposed text out from under the arm of the sleeping admin and give it a look. Regional Council... Million Dreams... tax haven... everything seemed to check out. They quietly scribbled their name under the Second: field, pushed it back across the polished oaken surface, and retreated to their mount.
"I'm so sorry, I'm not late, am I?" They glance around the room taking stock of all one (1) persons present. "...Okay, I am late. I'm terribly sorry, this isn't like me at all, but you would not believe the traffic on the Skyrail today- anyway, I'm not here to bore you with excuses. Let's get brown to brash tax."
They gently slide the proposed text out from under the arm of the sleeping admin and give it a look. Regional Council... Million Dreams... tax haven... everything seemed to check out. They quietly scribbled their name under the Second: field, pushed it back across the polished oaken surface, and retreated to their mount.